The words you never dreamed he’d say
I’m one of those people who believes it’s important to let Lent be Lent and not rush through to Easter Sunday. If we skip the sorrow we cheat ourselves of…
How He comes {OR When grace doesn’t feel like grace}
I hadn’t been out of bed fifteen minutes this morning before I fell into it again. The grabbing for control. The ungentle pushing of someone else rising from…
More desperate than the night-shift
There were quiet nights too, but the nights that stick out in my memory are the crazy ones. The labor and delivery ward overflowed, none of the babies willing…