For the long, busy days
Life gets busy and even as I know this is good I mourn the loss of the long quiet. I fear drifting back into the drivenness that keeps me from…
When words fail
Words fail me. Maybe that’s the point. Some things are spoken most truly without words. Isn’t that why there are sunsets and roses and hugs? And people who sit, silent,…
When you need to hear gospel again
Every moment, it seems, I need it again, a reminder of the truth that He can be trusted. That Christ comes behind me, covering and healing all the places I…