Finding your true home
One morning as I biked last week, the word “home” was on my mind. I’m not sure why. Perhaps because the fall leaves drew my eye to the homes peeking…
“No longer my own”: the good news
The Sunday bulletin slipped through the mail slot in my door. I’d been home sick and a friend had dropped it off. I read the simple liturgy used that week…
Why you can trust the process
When life seems faded and pale, a dim echo of glory,or surreal, too busy and bright, you can rest, friend, and trust the Artist, because you are not self-made."We are God's masterpiece" (Ephesians 2:10,…