Determined to meet my new neighbors, one Sunday afternoon I made a big batch of banana-chocolate chip muffins. Warm muffins would be my offering of friendship, my reason to knock on their door. While the muffins baked, I wrote our name and contact information on little note cards and attached them to the top …

“It’s hardwired, living inside of me. No matter where I go, I know You’re gonna be with me. I just can’t seem to shake You. Even if I could, yeah, I would not change a thing, yeah. If it’s pushing You away, yeah, or running to You, You still love me the same, yeah. …