by: Carole L. Haines Elusive as the water that drips down, down, down from the waterspout during a rain; flooding out, soaking the ground, then vanishing into the unknown expanse beneath our feet. This is how purpose feels for me right now; elusive, fleeting, undefinable. I’m at an in-between time, having been called away from one thing, but not quite inContinue reading “Purpose”