Asking. Wondering. Searching.

Tired of old answers but unsure of where to look for new ones.

Shattered assumptions, questioned securities, broken symbol systems.

Not knowing where to to find life. To find hope


But believing still


That the  earth is filled with the glory of God.

That beauty, life and truth of the divine must be somewhere.

Sometimes hidden. Sometimes right before our eyes. In plain sight.

Waiting to be found.

No easy answers. But God. Real. True. Here.

Not far away after all. Actually much closer than you know.

Giving life and breath and everything else.


My name is Amy and I’m so glad you’re here