Storms Are Survivable.

As you may have noticed, dear reader, I took a step back these past two years.

I can’t tell you exactly what happened. (At least, I can’t tell you yet, and it may be several years before I’m free to talk about it.)

But I can describe what it felt like.

Thanksgiving 2015, it was as if I stood on a shore as a storm blew in across the sea—the sky dark, the waves high, the wind blowing as sharp as a knife. Safe on land, I watched a boat floundering, just beyond the breakers.

My family was on it.

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