Snow is falling outside my window, “Way Maker” by Leeland is playing from my speaker, the wax melter my sister bought me for Christmas is filling my apartment with a lovely pine scent and I just finished an americano I made with the espresso machine my husband gifted me. In this moment, I am at …
For days I’d been living in a wasteland.My heart was tired. My spirit was spent. I had wandered from the refuge of the promised landand I was dying of thirst. God looked down on me with his arms crossed.“My child, aren’t you tired of living this way?Aren’t you ready to come home?” But I refused …