Reflections

December 18, 2014

There is an honest dignity in earth-stained hands that no title or credential can ever confer. We who spend our days in...

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December 18, 2014

I remember sitting on a rusted bench in a park in Lisbon, watching a woman adjust her daughter’s coat against the biting...

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December 18, 2014

There is a season for everything, and there is a season for letting go of the boundaries we build around ourselves. We...

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