When Your Soul Longs for Stillness
Multicolored banks of feathery astilbe invite me to be still. To stand and savor. To know that their Creator and mine—the Calmer of chaos and Maker of beauty—is God. And…
Multicolored banks of feathery astilbe invite me to be still. To stand and savor. To know that their Creator and mine—the Calmer of chaos and Maker of beauty—is God. And…
Jesus, on this day when the world celebrates (or grieves, or longs for) love, my heart turns to you. As I look back on the decades we’ve lived together, I…
Sometimes the richest traditions in our lives are those we carry forward from childhood: holding hands around the table to pray before meals, baking Grandma's Christmas cake each Remembrance Day.…