When you're craving rest: gifts at summer's start
I walked over the bridge toward church yesterday with hundreds of half-marathon runners on my right. It was 9:30 a.m. and already hot. As usual with this sort of thing,…
Let Me be God
“Carolyn Joy, let Me be God.” Each time I sit silently with God lately, the words return. Let Me be God. I will protect you. Let Me be God. I…