223 From Horror Flick to Faith’s Fabric: How My Fear of Job Became My Trust in the Path

On seeing the wilderness not as divine punishment, but as the necessary narrowing of the way home.

Good morning friends,

The house is quiet this morning. The kind of quiet that feels like a held breath. Wiggles is at her post at the head of the driveway, her big-screen TV, watching the neighborhood’s morning rituals unfold. She doesn’t bark anymore. She just observes. The scene is familiar. It’s her portion. And there is a deep peace in her settled ac…