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?

What would you say to your mom when she no longer knows you?

I spent the last two days trying to get into an Amazon locker. I wonder if it stayed locked on purpose.

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.

How can a little gem tucked away help on a rainy day?

Do you feel seen?

Is it tough to trust a promise?