Finding Hope When Life Feels Like a Race
It happens every spring. As I walk alongside the stream of Sun Run runners on my way to church, tears fill my eyes. On strategic street corners, canopies shelter small…
It happens every spring. As I walk alongside the stream of Sun Run runners on my way to church, tears fill my eyes. On strategic street corners, canopies shelter small…
It’s early morning. The sky is dark, and the first birds haven’t yet begun to sing. My companions all sleep, but I’ve been awake, thinking about the healing last night…
How do you experience time? Is it an enemy or a friend? A master ordering you to build more bricks and to build them without straw, or a kindly helper,…