Sometimes the most sacred thing we can do is simply begin, together.

It’s Christmas Eve. The gifts have already started showing up at my house.   I’m grateful. Extremely.   Some of them I even bought for myself. No surprise there. I’m grateful for those, too.   I try to choose the perfect gifts for everyone. And if I miss the mark, I take comfort in this: every gift can have a lovely second life. If someone doesn’t need what I give, I want them to re-gift it with reckless abandon. Most of the time, people give to someone they love or appreciat

And there was peace, the kind that only comes when you lean hard, and He does not budge.