What the trees are teaching me
The steps where I stretch my calves each morning are covered, now, with crimson and brown and gold. Fragments of life fallen, flung, surrendered for a season in the certainty…
The God who is for us
On this Canadian Thanksgiving day, all the other things I'm grateful for are finding their proper, smaller place next to this: All three persons of the Triune God stand turned…
When you're waiting (and when the waiting's over)
I checked my email too many times on Saturday, waiting for the results of the contest. I'd been shortlisted. Would my manuscript make the final cut? Was it going to…