Why is this moment not enough, without the need to share? Do I just want to brag, or is there a good-hearted motivation there too? What am I so afraid of, that I can’t refrain from sharing?
by Kellan Day Go my children with my blessing, never alone. Waking, sleeping, I am with you; You are my own. This one line of a hymn played on repeat in my head as I trekked out to Spokane for ten weeks this summer. Having never entered the Pacific Northwest, my heart throbbed with nervousness … Continue reading The Pastor On The Ladder