Obscurity marks journeys of the faithful.
Not planned, necessarily.
Or wanted.
But purposeful in the work and way of the Lord.

Obscurity marks journeys of the faithful.
Not planned, necessarily.
Or wanted.
But purposeful in the work and way of the Lord.
When Someday seems too far, the fragile heart mourns. Torn. Tender.
Walking in the weight of sorrow.
Sitting in the dark.
And we cry out for rocky paths made smooth. The broken place, whole. Strong winds and high waves, stilled.
Longing to affirm the true. And say we are crushed but not in despair.
Integrity. Its words and ways necessary in sites of work and ministry. Homes. Inner rooms. Behind closed doors. In the street, store, outdoor space. Every place.