How can someone or something that is tangled up…be beautiful? In short, is there such a thing as beautifully confused or beautifully complicated and chaotic? I’m sure if we were to ask people, most will probably describe beauty as something more predictive and orderly. Someone or something who’s in charge or know what they are…
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Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…