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…
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…
As we climb into the car I’m awed by the delicate ferns hand-drawn on the windshield. New every morning. God strews new beauty across the world each night. Does he…
“Pause here. Listen. Look.” Last week I wrote of the unexpected benches in our lives inviting us to pause and really look before hurrying on. This week transition has been one…