A tiny steel cable, an Italian floor lamp, and a fifty-year-old General Conference talk remind me that losing our balance doesn't mean losing our purpose.
Faith is a lot like bread. It takes simple ingredients; pressure; waiting; heat; and trust. Most of us want the finished loaf. God is usually working with the dough.
Justice matters; but carrying the demand for it every day can become its own prison. Through Jesus Christ, we can face real hurt, receive mercy, and find peace again.