There is a grace that meets you on the floor. It doesn’t ask how you got there. It simply reaches for your hand. What if falling for the 77th time wasn’t the end? This collection of poems is about returning to Jesus—the One who meets us in our wandering, sits with us in the mess, and stays when we fall. Through fireflies and fountains, wildflowers and whitewater, tables and cluttered garages, these poems explore what it means to be loved, healed, and invited back again.
