I stared at the split beam, on the house we were less than 24 hours away from closing on, and tried to piece together what he was saying in my mind. My worst fear had happened. That’s not lucky.
I’ve been absent from my blog for several months now. Here’s why.
It can be easy to let the despair about the state of our world swallow me in depression, but I have hope. I have hope, because I also see the good. I have to search harder for it, but it is there. I see what you are doing to make a difference and help others.
What if the broken parts of my life are treasured sea glass? What if my broken parts in life are there to create a beautiful masterpiece?
I have asked myself, Do I do good simply for goodness’s sake, or do I do good for personal gain?