Hope for the messy moments
I smile as I pass the new sign below my neighbor’s mail slot: “Please no junk mail. (I love you.)” I smile because there, in gold and turquoise, is a…
I smile as I pass the new sign below my neighbor’s mail slot: “Please no junk mail. (I love you.)” I smile because there, in gold and turquoise, is a…
In the northern hemisphere, this is the time of year when coloured pencils and binders are on sale, the nights are starting to cool, and the picnic basket has been…
Photo collage courtesy of Karen Webber. A week or so ago, I received an invitation to speak. The topic I was given was “God’s heartbeat.” My first breathless thought was,…