How close God really comes
This post from last advent has felt like a gift of new clothes that were given a size too big for me to grow into. This year I'm a little…
When words fail
Words fail me. Maybe that’s the point. Some things are spoken most truly without words. Isn’t that why there are sunsets and roses and hugs? And people who sit, silent,…
How close God really comes
I don't know how, but I seem able to fall off both ends of the spectrum, almost at the same time. I can try to take control and make things…