Joy-Jayne

Prayer, Delay, and Maybe Holding On. This isn’t a sermon. Just one person wondering what to do when the silence stretches longer than expected. What if there is no answer? Not now. Not in the way we hoped. Maybe not at all. And what then?

After spending several consecutive days trying to avoid the heat, I finally decided to step outside, dressed in a breezy outfit that I was admittedly proud of. I wanted to feel good, show

Discomfort is the buried place where hope waits in the dark. Like Easter, transformation begins not in light, but in the surrender of what must break to rise.