The Good News About Weakness
There’s a place I pass on my morning bike ride where branches dip down to graze the clouds of white bloom that reach up toward them. It looks to me,…
There’s a place I pass on my morning bike ride where branches dip down to graze the clouds of white bloom that reach up toward them. It looks to me,…
Is there a place you've experienced as a "thin place," a place where heaven seems especially close to earth, and God, though everywhere present, somehow seems nearer? Most often I've…
As I bring my gift, shame sometimes still creeps in, taunting me with its jabs, "It's such a poor gift. Can't you find anything better than this to offer a…