I’d heard of this Enneagram thing through a few friends, but all the talk about numbers seemed more like advanced math than a source of personal development. And if you know anything about me, I don’t do the numbers.
What if I’m wrong? What if God’s not real? Have I believed since I was three only because I didn’t know anything else?
For six weeks, I carried our son Carter in my belly, knowing that his days were numbered.
Grace doesn’t always come in pretty packages. Sometimes, it comes as a gift of brokenness.
I hope it’s not too soon to call you “friend.” I’m just so stinking excited that you’re here.
I will never lose what I learned at the table: To gather regularly. To invite people with varying opinions and stories and perspectives into my life and into my home.