Above all, trust . . .
Twenty-three days ago, a friend who came for dinner brought three yellow roses. Two aged as expected, their heads drooping after seven or ten days, begging to be laid to rest.…
Morning Mercies
Snow settles soft on the earth, fresh grace falling calling me to come to rest to fall, myself, into its welcome and then to fall again, now part of its…
What God does with your mistakes
I’d just arrived at the hospital in the Northwest Frontier Province of Pakistan, travelling in a taxi with door handles falling off and lumpy, lopsided seats. A preacher whose name…