What I Learned in Willow Creek

When I typed the final words of Letters from Willow Creek, I thought I’d feel relief. What I actually felt was gratitude — for the story, for the people inside it, and for what they quietly taught me along the way.

Clara reminded me that courage doesn’t always come riding in on a galloping horse. Sometimes it tiptoes — showing up in small, ordinary choices made repeatedly.

Reid taught me that healing isn’t loud. It’s steady work — the kind that sneaks up on us when we start caring again, for land, for people, for hope — even before we realize we are.

And Ruth… she reminded me that faithfulness might just be the truest kind of love — the kind that keeps the kettle warm and the porch light lit.

Those lessons linger, even as I turn the page toward the next story.
There’s a new voice on the wind — one that’s learning what hope sounds like when it starts to heal.

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