Where the spirit and flesh met.
Day 3: Jesus House Chicago 1.3.16

We sat, our faces masked with questions until we realized each verse was an answer. -P.S.
Where the spirit and flesh met.
Day 3: Jesus House Chicago 1.3.16

We sat, our faces masked with questions until we realized each verse was an answer. -P.S.
As I celebrate the end of 2015 and the beginning of 2016 I’m counting down some of the lessons I’ve learned throughout 2015. What are some of the lessons you’ve learned in 2015? Please share and take a look at my list:
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around as my friends walked past us off the path of the dirt road. It was hot and the sun seemed to scream past the shade of the waterless dam we were exploring at the Parque Ecologico La Huasteca.
“She wants to know if she can touch your hair,” the women said “and take a picture with you?”
I looked down at the no more than seven-year-old girl she was shoving towards me.
I recently had a conversation with my family about life. It weaved between religious and non-religious. It was one of the best conversations I ever had with them, not because the religious half won over the other, or vise versa. It was great because it made me realize the importance of questioning. It made me realize that it’s okay to not always have the answers. In fact I sometimes wake up and think, “God, I have no answers. Just questions.”