Are you in that place between what was and what will be? This is liminal space — a season of waiting without knowing — and it’s ripe with ambiguity.


Are you in that place between what was and what will be? This is liminal space — a season of waiting without knowing — and it’s ripe with ambiguity.

Are you at that place of exhaustion, when you can’t pray anymore? The struggle has been going on for so long. You’re beyond weary of petitioning God. Words feel mechanical and empty.