The road forked and I stood there longer than I’d like to admit. There was no clear sign, it was foggy, and I stopped. Feeling the heavy weight of no obvious right answer. Just two directions and a God who said trust me without handing me the map. And honestly? That’s one of the more disorienting places to be. It’s not in the dramatic crisis moments. Those are hard, but at least you know what you’re dealing with. I’m talking about the quieter kind of stuck. The fork where bot

There is a special kind of chaos that exists in a house with kids playing hide and seek. It’s loud before it gets quiet. Someone is counting (badly, because apparently “1…2…3…17…10…14…ready or not!” is an acceptable sequence in this house) and everyone else is scrambling. Doors flying open and the pattering of feet down the halls. I hear whispered arguments about who gets the good spot behind the couch and who gets the laundry basket. Zeta is hiding in the most obvious place

Triangles are cool. So is Jesus.

I offer a third way. An ancient yet piquant way for today.

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