Most mornings these days as I bike, I’m praying Psalm 139. “O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar.” It has been a favorite prayer for decades, this twenty-four verse reminder that God
As I biked this morning, I passed children in uniform, backpacks slung over their shoulders as they headed back to their first full day of classes. Haze dimmed the mountains and turned the late summer sun red. Blackberries fallen from canes stained the sidewalk. It’s a season of letting go
Every now and again I come across something I wrote down in the past—a quote from someone else, or something I wrote myself—and it feels like a gift all over again, freshly given for the present moment. That’s how it was last week when one of my aunts messaged me
Recent Comments