It was difficult terrain to reach the last few steps to get level with the bridge to cross over the deep ravine, a reminder that the last stage of life can be the most difficult. This was where William Wordsworth penned “The Highland Maid,” a love poem to a woman he was smitten with in this place.
When the church is not the refuge we had hoped for and adds to the abuse, we have nowhere to turn.
It has taken me most of my life to reconnect with this Father, the Creator, the Good Shepherd, the mother hen God who shelters and protects in the shadow of His wings. It has taken time to deconstruct the angry God and reconstruct the loving God, who protects, provides, and is the lover of my soul. How have I been able to do this?
Each century has had people who were critical catalysts for change in their lifetimes.
We want our children to embrace their uniqueness amongst all the noise of thousands of other children growing up within their generation.