I spent a long time tight-fisted, avoiding eye contact with my dreams. I knew my creative, God-given gifts still wanted a place because they still ached in me. I knew bits and pieces of what I was capable of and I constantly felt them hovering like a tireless hummingbird, just waiting…
Read MoreA home is not just where you live. It’s where you celebrate and grieve. Where you find rest or restlessness. Where you learn all the hard lessons about forgiving and loving other flawed humans under the same roof. Where the angriest tears leak onto your pillow and the best—or scariest—news arrives on a pregnancy test. Where reminders of lost loved ones hang on the walls or in edge-rubbed journals. Where you either run toward or avoid…
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