This is not the end. This journey is only beginning. Some have talked it out, some have begun to walk it out, and some are still trying to figure out their laundry list of unanswered questions.

Across the parking lot I caught glimpse of a middle-aged man riding an old fashioned bicycle.

In the heart of New York City at the Grand Central Station there exists a man who stands upon an old fashioned wooden soap box.

I walked through the front door of a friends home only to be greeted with a shout declaring I was entering at my own risk.

In the centre of the city of Charlotte, North Carolina, there rests a compound of sorts named the Epicenter. With cobblestone walkways, high arching doorways, and level after level of unique restaurants and all matters of nightlife, it is a different world from the concrete jungle that surrounds it.

A few times a day, several times a week, and perhaps even thousands of times a year, we slip into the drivers seat of a car.

There are many nights when my weary head hits the pillow while my weary mind spins the highlight reel of the day. Highs, lows, worries, praise, and everything in-between resurface as my body begins to nestle under the warm covers, the allure of sleep intoxicating.

The sun was high, the heat was rising, and hunger had gathered an eclectic mix of friends around a lunch table.

The restaurant was quiet with only a few families huddled in corners. The air held the scent of hot oil and grainy salt as one lone cook stood behind the freshly wiped counter flipping burgers over a hot griddle.

While weaving through the Tennessee Mountains, my eyes took in a scene of saturated greens of all shades standing atop the edges of blown out rock formations.

How many of us walk around in this thing we call life and fear a God that we do not really know? There exists many people who hold tightly to the concept of a God that is a false perception of a Heavenly Father that truly loves us.

The office was littered with people of all walks of life. Chairs began to overcrowd the room as the stream of souls that walked through the doorway anticipating their appointments.

The buds upon the twisty brown branches had exploded into a symphony of crisp green leaves. They shimmered in the high noon sun, swaying lightly in the breeze.

After loading the kids in the car, we began the journey home from an afternoon lunch with friends.

While sitting in church service, I was aware that the wheels within the head of the friend who sat beside me were spinning swiftly.

Anxiety. It's a word used quite often in our society. And I did not have an honest understanding of the word- or the emotion itself- until God gave me a child who struggles with mild anxiety.

I closed the door behind me flipping the lock on the handle in order to keep me in and others out. After an abundant flow of tears, I could not handle the drama any longer and removed myself from the room where my youngest child lay wailing.

I heard the telltale dinging of my phone singling that a new message was waiting for my attention. As I read the swiftly typed words, I could see that this friend of mine was in need of immediate prayer.

Recently a friend shared with me that he and his wife were in need of help. Praying about the situation for several weeks, they felt they had been given a consistent answer to their prayer.

Sitting in a coffee shop, the aroma of fresh brewed beans was intense.

I walked through the front door long after the sun had begun to set and the street lights had started to burn illuminating the road.

Shortly after I travelled for a conference, I received a letter from a woman who shared with me how the message I spoke resonated with her own journey.

My husband and I have a friend who is nearing the twenty fifth anniversary of his sobriety. To listen to him share his story is inspiring for he isn't shy to lament the most difficult of truths in his recovery: making amends and forgiving others.

The paralytic man found is Mark's Gospel shows us a man who was crippled on the outside of his beaten down, weathered body. His paralyzation obvious to all those who could see him with their eyes.