I used to think strength looked like exhaustion personified. Like being the busiest, the most worn-out, the one with the longest to-do list and the least sleep. I wore being tired like a badge of honor. If someone asked how I was, I think half the time I believed the honest answer was “busy” or “stressed.” I thought that proved something. I thought it meant I was working hard and doing more than everyone else. But this past year taught me something very different: You don’t h

Please understand that I’m not here because I have all the answers. I’m here because I believe we should all share what we are thinking and that there’s something sacred in paying attention — to God, to people, to the ordinary