BY MARY DEMUTH:

To surrender the healing journey is to let go of the expectations for how the pathway will look. It means looking realistically at what happened back then, then giving God permission to do something new.

BY MARY DEMUTH:

With anxiety reigning, it’s no wonder we believe if that one conundrum was solved, our lives would sing. And yet, our minds naively hang our hopes on an outcome, and we forget that God is working in and through every circumstance, even when things don’t go the way we wanted or planned.

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: It takes chosen silence—solitude—to trace the shape of a tree, to follow the movement of its growth

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: You give me a picture that signifies flowers, with bold lines that don't waver, uncompromising angles, controlled geometries, And I point, saying with you, "Flowers."

REFLECTION BY CHRISTINE CRAWFORD: What if our hurts, questions, and doubts are the very thresholds where we are most tenderly met, deeply known, carefully held, gently stretched, and finally made whole?

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: Leaves fall in the late autumn to reveal bare branches--but also hope: furry buds tightly curled, awaiting spring warmth.

DRAW NEAR DWELL WELL PLAYLIST: A cross-genre collection to calm anxiety and inspire connection with God.

I remember, too, the sunrise. The miracleof dawn just when I deemed myselfdestined to dwell darkened forever

REFLECTION BY JENNIFER CAMP: It might be time to let go. It might be time to empty your hands. It might be time to stop grasping.

A POETIC REFLECTIONOnce we separate God from our own misconceptions and stop trying to confine him to our own categories, he is bound to surprise us, guaranteed to challenge us, and certain to change us.

WE WANNA READ YOUR POETRY: Poet Rachel Joy Welcher provides 3 poetry prompts and invites you to share your work

POEM BY RACHEL JOY WELCHER: When will you realize, oh my soul, that there will always be a child born on the same day that someone else dies?

POEM BY RACHEL JOY WELCHER: Do not wait to rejoice. Do not wait to enjoy. Do not save and save and forget to spend yourself...

POEM BY RACHEL JOY WELCHER: You bring the dog with you when you think I'm sad.

POEM BY RACHEL JOY WELCHER: What would an honest poem about marriage look like?

POEM BY RACHEL JOY WELCHER: An imaginative reading of Psalm 137 - By the rivers of Babylon we sit and weep.

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: "Tell all the truth but tell it slant..."

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: I’ve come to picture both the persistence of reaching out for community and the beauty and wonder that can result as these webs of connection catch hold and grow.

ART + REFLECTION BY SOFIA RECTOR: If there’s anything we can bring to engage humbly within potentially fraught conversations, it’s curiosity about why and how others hold their perspectives.

BY CHRYSTIE COLE: My soul is a well-worn wood floor that’s known ten thousand heavy footfalls. Creaking and cracking and popping under the weight of it all.