Two Years Later (2 min)

When you find yourself in the exact same place after years of running, it’s bound to be disheartening. Unless, of course, that place is the solitary fountain of a vast desert. It’s been two years since I’ve returned from Haiti, and I find myself back at the same place, drinking from the same spring. I’m learning about ordinary faith again. And I’m thankful. Read the rest of this entry »

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