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…
Above all, trust . . .
Twenty-three days ago, a friend who came for dinner brought three yellow roses. Two aged as expected, their heads drooping after seven or ten days, begging to be laid to rest.…