How He comes {OR When grace doesn’t feel like grace}
I hadn’t been out of bed fifteen minutes this morning before I fell into it again. The grabbing for control. The ungentle pushing of someone else rising from…
Why God always has the last word
The evening was special, but not in the way I expected. We dressed up all fancy for the $100/plate banquet to which we had complimentary tickets (I taking a slightly…
When you long to please God
I sit alone in the garden, led to a bench in the woods on a little path that I didn’t even know existed. “God, if you haven’t gone away, if…