Our fall is always first a failure to give thanks.

The prayers we weave into the matching of socks, the stirring of oatmeal, the reading of stories, they survive fire.

The busyness of your life leaves little room for the source of your life.

Isn't falling in love always the fullest life?

From all of our beginnings, we keep reliving the Garden story.

Darkness transfigures into light, bad transfigures into good, grief transfigures into grace, empty transfigures into full. God wastes nothing – ‘makes everything work out according to his plan.’ (Ephesians 1:11).

Our fall was, has always been, and always will be, that we aren’t satisfied in God and what He gives. We hunger for something more, something other.