Everything is Grace
These words are of grace.
Yesterday I told God I did not want to lean on my own understanding.
So he took my mind and scrambled it.
He took my words.
Today I was coming to peace with having no words.
Then this happened. We were invited to take part in a Hangi feast, a traditional Maori way of preparing food. It is literally an earth oven. Details are needless words right now. After preparation in heaps of rain, the Hangi, as custom goes, is prayed over, before waiting out the next four hours it takes to cook....