Define good.

3.5.20 Dear dad, Sometimes I cannot bear to reconcile my longing to be off the grid with the love I have come to know through people. Sometimes I am filled with dread walking away from the woods, stepping into the world of men, knowing all the weight we carry individually and collectively. The way I... Continue Reading →

Men like trees.

3.1.20 Dear dad, I believe, Lord, help my unbelief. [Mark 9:24] But blessed are your eyes, because they see; and your ears, because they hear. [Mt. 13:16] I see, Lord, help my blindness. I hear, Lord, help my deafness.   Every time I think I see, I am reminded I see little. Every time I... Continue Reading →

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