How To Feel Really Loved, Which Is The Way through every Wildernesses (& your Lent)

All wildernesses, and all of us, are all just made of dust. But if God can take mere dust and make whole constellations of stars, can He not take our crises of sorrow, and miraculously make even us brilliant and whole?I’ve been thinking about this for days, after we had dinner with my dearest friend, Ruth, in these days when all kinds of hopes seem to be eroding, when plans and expectations keep crumbling away: Life is all wilderness paths of dust, from all the fragility of living