When it feels impossible to forgive
Father, forgive them. . . Father. One small word, two syllables of heart cry, but through it Jesus teaches me to forgive. I’ve just seen it, how my struggles to…
Why it’s safe to keep hoping
I’m looking forward to driving with my parents through the mountains. Hoping for sunshine. For energy to enjoy it. I’m trying to learn how to live on tiptoes. So often…
When you wonder at your small faith {OR How grammar can change your life}
These two weeks have been full of gifts. Gifts of being drawn closer. Experiencing God’s love in new ways. Gifts that, some days, fill me with joy so deep I…