Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Writings

Back Log

It has been over five months since I've written here.  But I have been writing plenty in my journals.  I will share some things from there for a few weeks to get me back in the habit of updating this blog.  Sometimes, there is so much I want to share that it feels overwhelming and then I don't share anything at all!  But I will start small and humbly with this little post and we will see where this blogging goes from here. ;)  

I am leaving for Guatemala on January 12th.  Look for information on that too!

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