What did we possibly have in common? How would we work together? Wouldn’t she be frustrated by my crazy-busy life? . . . I didn’t think she would be the friend I desperately needed. Yet, she was.
I.
The mountains were parched, their summer thirst unquenched by shallow stores of snowpack. The reservoirs were dangerously low. Each day, the sky (and my...
This impromptu dumpster Sunday School had become a holy space, a place of acceptance, learning, love, and light — the very epitome of what I had expressed hope for in my testimony.
