He is in the quiet spaces.

He is in the quiet spaces. My faith has been all over the place this year. I’ve been closer to God and farthest from God all in the same year. I prayed and sought his will seconds before the trauma started at Zachary’s birth. He saved Zachary’s life, and likely my own. But it’s been confusing for me as I’ve worked through the trauma, a difficult path to walk over the last 11 months. Today, the kids and I found a tiny church in the woods at our campground. The door was open, but it was dark and cold. There were only a few windows and all were stained glass. The old […]




