Finding hope in the chaos
A few weeks ago, clouds of Queen Anne’s lace billowed chest high on both sides of the path as I biked between the two loosely-woven walls of flowers framing the…
When your heart cries for our breaking world: a Pentecost prayer
Yesterday was Pentecost, that day we remember and rejoice in the coming of the Holy Spirit upon the first disciples. As I biked my route in the early morning drizzle,…