the profile of a Black woman's face looking at the sky
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What to Do When a Door Closes

You know when something feels like a chore instead of a joy? Something is off. Either you’re burned out or you’re not in your sweet spot. Maybe both. Vocations and relationships can both oscillate between exuberance and burnout, all in one tidy little pendulum. That vague feeling that something is blasé is a mild version…

a woman letting sand run through her fingers
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The Weight of Scarcity

“My son,” the father said, “you are always with me, and everything I have is yours.” (Luke 15:31 NIV) The weight of the backpack surprised me, tipping the scales at nearly thirty pounds. I wondered, How can a second-grade student carry this much weight? My shoulders ached in sympathy as I imagined the weight on…