dear friend,

Why is it sometimes so hard to receive a gift?

Where does human creativity fit in a world where AI can do it for us?

You and the other children race toward Jesus… You can’t say what you’re longing for exactly. You just know you must get near him.

He hasn’t written a hit song yet. He hasn’t built a skyscraper—even out of Legos. Yet I delight in this baby of mine.

Can the hard truth also be loving?