Hope for the messy moments
I smile as I pass the new sign below my neighbor’s mail slot: “Please no junk mail. (I love you.)” I smile because there, in gold and turquoise, is a…
God writes a better story
I sit in a classroom with ten other patients, learning together how to live better with chronic illness. I’m delighted to hear that the guiding principle for the course is…
How the long road can be grace
Six of us from my soulcare group were gathered with a table in our midst. The person leading the reflection that night had decided to do something different. She had…