Swinging doors and celebrate me home…..

So why,  in the wild, wild beauty of this sweet breath of God, is church even a thing? I remember the way my soul drew up taller when the couple climbed from their car to meet us in the field where we used to play like banshees until the organ began to play. They were…

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a healing tide….

There’s a thirsty dream inside me for a hopeful little local gathering of hearts, a healthy community of imperfect people who share their stories and songs and the open road slow and simple and organic. No rushes;  no rallies, just a tribe of traveling companions with skin for hugging and differences to discover and journeys…

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