Our Journey

This may be our journey… but it’s His story.

Not So Special Yet So Special

We awake in the five o’clock hour roadside at a Rest Area not quite to Roseburg or is it just passed? It’s not so special wherever it is. Yet… we come to find out just how special it is after all. Already the day is alive as I breathe it in. Electrifying. I greet the…

Alabaster Box

We begin at a beginning. Wherever you’re at, might I suggest you begin there? For me, to begin in the here and now, I’d say how I awoke at three a.m. this morning with the story of the alabaster box on my heart. This woman, Mary1 of Bethany2, is at a house party of Simon3…