These Last Months…Finding Home
I run my fingers along the wood’s soft, molded grain….
I run my fingers along the wood’s soft, molded grain….
Growing up, I was often discouraged that married saints were…
There are stretches of life and land that are barren….
People want a panorama of uniformity. Discard the lower branches! Cut off buds and young shoots! If you could think, I mused to the tree, would you long to be away there, up on the mountain?
There are some stages of life where I have felt…
Why do we try to fill an empty space a…
My feet grip the top of the ridge and I…
Valentine’s Day behind. Lent ahead. Love and sacrifice are a…
Suffering is one of those Christian conundrums. We tell ourselves…
This morning as I lay blissfully asleep, my alarm called…