When your heart wanders
My heart wanders and wonders. “What if. . .?” Again and again I bring it back to the truth. This is truth, that if God cares so much for the…
Why I share the falling glory
I walk at the sidewalk’s edge, relishing the low heaps of fallen glory where each footfall whispers His presence. Beneath the autumn-garbed trees, I am surrounded by splendor, Presence. I…
Why we must sing
Into yesterday’s questions, yesterday’s glimpse of poverty and inability to praise, God speaks through a woman who has asked the same questions. "I know there is poor and hideous suffering…