I’m the kind of person that furiously writes down everything because I’m scared of losing memories.
And my twentieth year inspired a lot, a lot, of words.
These past few years, I’ve been unable to plant roots at a church home in Wheaton. I knew I was subconsciously looking for a replica of my home church back in Seattle, that my expectations were much too high, but I just couldn’t help it. Continue reading “Learning to go slowly: on prayer and a community art project”