The gift of holy confidence
“You sound like an abused woman.” She was speaking to me. I stopped mid-thought, trying to make sense of what she had said. I’m one of the far-too-small percentage of women…
One way to walk more freely
Some weeks ago, I wrote these words: “God’s love is so big and his desire to draw us into it so great that no single metaphor is sufficient to communicate…
The doorway into not-so-ordinary time
As I enter the sanctuary, it looks like it is dressed for a party. Red, apricot, and gold streamers twist their way from the wooden cross standing tall on the…