Somewhere in the Middle

I am worn. Not tired. I am worn. I am worn out by two sides, two very different voices crying out. Both sides certain, they are right. Two different sides shaming and convicting, condemning and criticizing, pointing fingers and dividing. Both sides are wearing me out. I am a peacemaker. That isn’t a bad thing…

Yellow Butterflies

Maybe because it is Spring, or maybe because the sun is finally shining, either way, I have seen an unusual number of yellow butterflies. In this season of quarantine and social distancing, I have spent much of my exercise time outside, in my favorite spot, hitting the nature trails. While running around, soaking up as…