A Table Reflection: Epiphany on the Dock
A season that did not end cleanly, but revealed itself slowly. I am still standing on the dock — held by what steadies me, looking toward what is still forming.
A season that did not end cleanly, but revealed itself slowly. I am still standing on the dock — held by what steadies me, looking toward what is still forming.
If it’s not peace, it’s not for me anymore.