
A Haven on Higher Ground for Prayer and Presence
There is a place in the forest after a fire where the trees still stand in familiar formation. The air smells different.The light falls without the same filter of green. The ground is ash.But the path is recognizable. February 21st is that kind of place for me. It is a…
The forest cocooned me in stillness, yet I could still hear the echo of the life I left behind. The sharp bounce of questions off…