Is it safe to trust God’s love?
The night is beginning to slip away and dawn lift her head as I tie my sneakers and head out into the morning. It smells like winter, and when I…
When your heart cries for our breaking world: a Pentecost prayer
Yesterday was Pentecost, that day we remember and rejoice in the coming of the Holy Spirit upon the first disciples. As I biked my route in the early morning drizzle,…
Life gets the last word
Each time I pass the rock garden on the corner it’s a little more alive, orange now highlighting the patches of mauve, sunny yellow and fuchsia. The baby pink cherry…