When you have nothing to bring
I have nothing this morning, nothing to bring to the One who made worlds from nothing and shaped hummingbirds and hydrangeas from formless, empty darkness. Nothing except the half-written post…
When you have nothing to give
As I bring my gift, shame sometimes still creeps in, taunting me with its jabs, "It's such a poor gift. Can't you find anything better than this to offer a…
When you find yourself in a desert
I wrote last week about Wesley’s covenant prayer and how it was getting easier to pray it. The whole week since has been a reminder that no matter how much…