When you don’t know how to pray
Everywhere, everywhere grace pours down. In our struggles to pray, here too grace flows, not demanding from us what we cannot give, but giving to us…
When Beauty kneels
I kneel low. Wood dips and pulls, tugging me closer to soaring majesty. What Beauty is this, that pours itself forth in such splendor? I sit small before the rugged peaks,…
When you feel badly for struggling (again) . . .
I was reminded last week as I was beating myself up. “Why can’t I live in the truth when I’ve been given so many gifts of grace? What’s wrong…