While Waiting on God
More than a decade ago, somewhere between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, a boisterous hailstorm came out of nowhere, pummeling my…
It’s easier for me to grieve things that happened than things that did not. It feels natural to grieve losing my father eighteen years ago, but seems ungrateful to grieve the death of a plan, dream, or hope. Yet it’s important to acknowledge these things