(calculating eta)

I met the Lord when I was a boy. And He knew my name. And suddenly, my brokenness found belonging. My simplicity found wisdom. And from a boy to man, I've seen Him adopt us - honest and broken enough to need Him. To be frank, I'm still that boy in need. But now... as the story unfolds, I've seen it's important to sow the lessons, the identity, and the revelation of our journey, from war wounds, into creations that sustain us daily - made for the few and the contrite. We call Him "Abba," which means father. And we are His house.