February 24th

February 24th.



No matter what is happening in my life, no matter the season, no matter the landscape…

No matter what is happening in my life you, Jesus, are always inviting me into deeper intimacy with you.

But it’s going to be a different type of intimacy in different times, isn’t it? The intimacy of grief is not the intimacy of joy.

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