The Divine Art of Forgiveness

  Shock gave way to disbelief as I listened to the plans a friend shared with a group of us over coffee. My head swiveled towards her. What? I couldn’t have heard her right . . . Without warning, she’d removed me from a position of trust and replaced me with someone she didn’t know well. It didn’t make sense. She …

How to be a Better Friend

I climbed into my car after meeting with a friend, my heart a jagged, gaping wound. Everything I thought I knew about friendship collapsed. In the weeks since, God has been, bit by bit, stitching the gash closed. And with each pierce of the needle and draw of the thread, I’m learning–perhaps for the first time–the true meaning of friendship.  …