For the long, busy days
Life gets busy and even as I know this is good I mourn the loss of the long quiet. I fear drifting back into the drivenness that keeps me from…
Joined for life
I’ve never made much of Valentine’s Day. But this year I want to break my recent rhythm of blogging on Saturdays with a special post to celebrate Valentine’s Day.…
How He comes {OR When grace doesn’t feel like grace}
I hadn’t been out of bed fifteen minutes this morning before I fell into it again. The grabbing for control. The ungentle pushing of someone else rising from…