Sometimes the safest place isn’t where we are found… It’s where we are held. “You are my hiding place.” - Psalm 32.7 A Hiding Place With No Walls My parents were busy doing yard work when they realized it was unnaturally quiet. A quick scan of the landscape caused their hearts to race. By their calculations, it had been 15 minutes since they had last seen me. I couldn’t have wandered far. Still, I imagine they panicked. Quickly, they searched, calling my name. Soon, the neigh

Gently, he asked if I was okay. The words, “breast cancer” and “awaiting more test results” tumbled out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was telling a stranger about my fear.