What you were made for
I’ve been soaking again lately in John Wesley’s covenant prayer which begins, “I am no longer my own but yours” and I just have to say this, folks: I love not…
Morning Mercies
Snow settles soft on the earth, fresh grace falling calling me to come to rest to fall, myself, into its welcome and then to fall again, now part of its…
Willing or willful?
“I’m willing,” I say to God. “I’m willing to write it. But I don’t have words.” I sit with my laptop waiting for the words to come. A question comes…