When you don’t have much to offer
I ran along the garden path, wishing I’d brought my camera. The grasses bowed, shimmered, almost glowed in the early morning light. I moved slowly, my run half walk, each…
For the moments you’re not feeling Easter
I confess: I got up yesterday morning—Easter Sunday—not feeling very Easter-ish. Which, by my definition, meant not feeling much joy. Which meant in turn that I felt guilty and ashamed…
God is light: the good news you won’t want to miss
What happens when you step into the spotlight? Do your palms sweat and your mouth dry at the thought of exposure? What about when you step into the sunlight after…