Struggling with the memories and images and experiences of this hunt for hope I went on in South Africa and Zimbabwe last month. Can’t find a place for them–my heart overflowing these days. I thought maybe I can’t find a place for these stories because there isn’t one. But now I’m wondering. In wonder. These stories of courage and comfort in the face of death and despair belong in a thin place. Light in darkness. Heaven a breath of breeze just barely felt Caressing my heart In hope.
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