Being part of a community of conversation with God.

Years ago, I got migraines. Not often, usually just for a day. They taught me that migraines are awful for those who live with them all the time. (My mom argued that hers stopped when my dad had a stroke. She was freed to care for him. I had no argument for that.)

What I remember about those days was that I became unable to think. I ended up in these little, struggling thought loops. Not the way we worry in the middle of the night, not those loops. But more like trying to align the lyrics ...