In the Weeds
There is virtue in seeking less than perfection. I’m serious….
There is virtue in seeking less than perfection. I’m serious….
We stumble through Advent; sometimes our hearts go out to…
Fingers brush the baby soft brow as the scent of…
A vibrant, crimson autumn leaf. The swish of my favorite…
A common part of my morning offering is a plea…
She approached with trembling, the costly ointment cupped in her…
One of my favorite meditations the Beloved has ever granted…
Growing up, I was often discouraged that married saints were…