One way your gentle Father delights to set you free
Out for my morning run, I passed a child toddling on legs still new enough to be unsteady. Her father sat on the curb, watching as she explored the smooth…
Eight words your new year needs
I first heard the words some weeks ago. We were talking about something that was painful for me to see. Somewhere in our conversation we stopped to listen to what…
Fruitfulness
The day hangs heavy with possibility. Sometimes you touch its tip and it springs open, scattering seed on the fertile soil. Sometimes you prod and the pod sticks stubbornly shut.…