When You Need to Know You’re Precious to God
As I write, I’m sitting by the little waterfall in my parents’ backyard, savoring the soothing sounds of falling water and the bees’ gentle buzz as they move from one…
As I write, I’m sitting by the little waterfall in my parents’ backyard, savoring the soothing sounds of falling water and the bees’ gentle buzz as they move from one…
Through the winter, I’ve heard the cawing of crows and the whistles of cardinals dressed in their Christmas-y red. But my favorite by far has been the confident opening notes…
Last Friday, just as the sun was rising, I walked along the Vancouver seawall, praying my grief over leaving and my gratitude for the richness of these past sixteen years.…