October Light Through Old Glass
A poem about the particular quality of autumn light and what it asks us to notice before it goes.
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A poem about the particular quality of autumn light and what it asks us to notice before it goes.
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Some of the most honest conversations I've had with God started because I laced up my shoes when I didn't want to.
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A prayer for the moments when we come to God without words, only weight.
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A short prayer for the unremarkable days that quietly hold us together.
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At some point, every leader has to reckon with the difference between the role they're playing and the person they actually are.
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