Arlene, Nkosi and Intention

On Friday, I went to the funeral of Arlene—a woman I never had the pleasure of personally meeting in this life, but knew of because of my friend: her daughter, Carol. I’ve been to many viewings and funerals, but this one was filled with more joy than almost any I’ve experienced. (Another one was for […]

Fearless & Weary (and shining a light?)

A few weeks ago, I used this word to define how I was feeling: weary. I have never (at least as far as I can remember) ever used that word to describe myself before. Weary feels sad to me. It feels defeated. It feels worn out. After a couple of weeks of significant prayer and […]