When the dream feels too big
She clings to my legs, crying. I stop and speak gently to my fear. “Honey, it doesn’t do either of us any good if I sit here with…
She clings to my legs, crying. I stop and speak gently to my fear. “Honey, it doesn’t do either of us any good if I sit here with…
I thought I needed a personal trainer to help me work harder. Turns out I often need her to slow me down. “I'm really happy with your progress; you’re…
Ashes and dust and repentance. This day speaks less of guilt and grovelling than of grace and God’s heartbeat of love which calls again and again “return to me.” On…