When You Need to Know You’re Seen and Special
Through the winter, I’ve heard the cawing of crows and the whistles of cardinals dressed in their Christmas-y red. But my favorite by far has been the confident opening notes…
Through the winter, I’ve heard the cawing of crows and the whistles of cardinals dressed in their Christmas-y red. But my favorite by far has been the confident opening notes…
Last Friday, just as the sun was rising, I walked along the Vancouver seawall, praying my grief over leaving and my gratitude for the richness of these past sixteen years.…
Most mornings these days as I bike, I’m praying Psalm 139. “O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise;…