Gates. I love a good gate.
Carefully carved and crafted.
Designed for beauty and strength.
Providing entry or denying access.

Gates. I love a good gate.
Carefully carved and crafted.
Designed for beauty and strength.
Providing entry or denying access.

In the tapestry God weaves on this “go and make disciples” journey, threads don’t always come together like I imagine they will.
Unfinished. Conversations sometimes unraveling. Quiet dismissals.
And me, stumbling through. Weak.
Wondering if I’m saying it in a way they can understand.
