Hollow

Grief can feel like being hollowed out inside, made empty and insubstantial with the loss of what mattered so deeply. So much of who we are is made up of the people, places and things we love.

What are you grieving?

Seeing Our Neighbors

“If we are to love our neighbors, before doing anything else we must see our neighbors. With our imagination as well as our eyes, that is to say like artists, we must see not just their faces but the life behind and within their faces. Here it is love that is the frame we see them in.”
― Frederick Buechner

How have you used your imagination to connect with someone you didn’t know well?