Above all, trust . . .
Twenty-three days ago, a friend who came for dinner brought three yellow roses. Two aged as expected, their heads drooping after seven or ten days, begging to be laid to rest.…
When you struggle with surrender
Surrender and receiving: The juxtaposition of the two words hit me so forcibly that I didn’t catch the rest of the sentence and, two sentences later, had to interrupt my conversation partner to…
Why you can dare to enjoy the process
Its colors grace my living room now, a tangible reminder of the resurrection hope who lives in me even when I can't feel him. Today, as I remember the painting’s…