No Toast Without Bread: My Loving God Will Meet Me
Where has God been as this reruptured tendon keeps creeping up my calf?
Dare I ask, where?
“For if there had been bread,” C.S. Lewis quipped, “there would be no toast.”
Where has God been as this reruptured tendon keeps creeping up my calf?
Dare I ask, where?
“For if there had been bread,” C.S. Lewis quipped, “there would be no toast.”
I read a story this week that’s helping me see my Achilles rupture in a (bright) new light.
I want to share it with you.
“Suffering always comes bearing a gift.”
In the nine days, since my Achilles repair surgery, I’ve received too many gifts to count.
But the biggest one is this.
The 1621 project is my life project. To see the grace in all the things and to give thanks.
To see like that is also a gift.