Finally done. I started crocheting to help with my anxiety. I find it to be so meditative. I’ve lost count of how many afghans I’ve made now.

There’s something tender hidden in Leviticus 12 if I’m willing to look past the surface. At first glance, it feels like rules. Timelines. Separation. Words like “unclean” that can feel heavy or even unfair. But when I slow down, I start to see something different—something softer. God didn’t