Rest When You Feel Weary and Small
I’ve been there again this week, in that place where I feel weary and small and slow, not enough for what I think life is asking of me. Not able…
I’ve been there again this week, in that place where I feel weary and small and slow, not enough for what I think life is asking of me. Not able…
I love the freshness of a new year, the gift of a restart. It feels to me like grace, a reminder that no matter what is going on in me…
The night before my first trip into the little village in Afghanistan that became my home for four years, as I prayed, terrified, my reading contained these words: “Arise, my…