This project is the culmination of 10 years of Seminary graduate studies…dissection of faith, church and loss…a lot of tears and more than one glorious curse rant session. I don’t use the word resilient lightly but I claim courage to keep showing up with my tattered faith and belief that my stories matter, if only to me and my Creator.
I have found the journey of healing and wholeness are rarely linear. It is often two steps forward, a roundabout and a flat tire on a deserted country road. But I still carry on, believing I have a few more places to create some good trouble and some middle-aged oats to sow.