When winds pick up
As I walked home one night from a soaking prayer evening, the world around looked like it had been soaking in God’s love too. All was still, a perfect reflection,…
Beach grace: the summer truth that could change my fall
Sunlight dances on wind-ripples, frosting the edge of each wave. The tide is going out and little rivers trickle and rush their way between sandbars, braiding the surface of each…
What (many of us) grown-ups have forgotten
I sit with the friend who most intentionally helps me listen for God’s voice in my life and confess that lately I’ve been coming up against the hard truth that…