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…
Why these years are the best (. . .so far!)
I discover the openly hidden grace at the end of a sleepless week, in the midst of a day when I can hardly stay upright. I think again of…
Beating on the chest of God
I felt like a frustrated two year old held by her father, wailing and beating my little fists against his ribs. “Where were you, God? I got up early, showed…