Why my heart sings while my body groans {Loved dust: the Advent version}
Most days I’m aware of my dustiness. This morning is no exception. I wake early after a half-slept night. My body groans as it faces the day. But today, my…
How He comes {OR When grace doesn’t feel like grace}
I hadn’t been out of bed fifteen minutes this morning before I fell into it again. The grabbing for control. The ungentle pushing of someone else rising from…
Happy New Year! (Yes, now.)
It’s different this year. I’ve always before reached this time of the year and felt the year winding down (up?) to its end. Classes are ending and exams…