Last Friday, just as the sun was rising, I walked along the Vancouver seawall, praying my grief over leaving and my gratitude for the richness of these past sixteen years. At that hour the next morning, I’d be at the airport, waiting for the flight to take me back to
Most mornings these days as I bike, I’m praying Psalm 139. “O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; You perceive my thoughts from afar.” It has been a favorite prayer for decades, this twenty-four verse reminder that God
As I biked this morning, I passed children in uniform, backpacks slung over their shoulders as they headed back to their first full day of classes. Haze dimmed the mountains and turned the late summer sun red. Blackberries fallen from canes stained the sidewalk. It’s a season of letting go
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