Tears stream as I gaze out the window of my favorite coffee shop, undone by the goodness of God— the withness of Christ .  I’m supposed to be writing other words, but these are the only words that seem to come. Oh, God, thank you.  I think of all the ways I cannot know if He is real. If He is who He says He is. And yet, though I cannot know, I know.  I know deep within my soul, within the very fabric of my bones, that He is God. And He came for us. For me. That, even now, He

New Slains Castle on the coast of the North Sea in Cruden Bay In less than two weeks, we’ll be setting off for one of our favorite places...