Here I am, 44 years old, dressed like it’s 1996. Overalls–check. t-shirt–check. Backpack filled to the brim–check. No shower–check. No makeup–check. However, unlike 1996, the load I am carrying is much heavier. My wise counselor once told me that if you feel a heavy weight that that is not indicative of God’s presence and theContinue reading “Whatcha carrying?”
The Art of Coming Alive 