I was quite young when He dropped the seed into my heart. It occupied space on the topsoil; a few conversations with safe people in my life. No watering. No cultivating. No growth. Hidden, buried, forgotten, dead.   Fourteen years after it’s fall into my heart it began to grow. I don’t even know how to do this, Jesus. I do. // I was desperate for community…for a tangible, touchable someone.. Read More