When you long for stillness
There’s something about being out of the city that gives me life. Maybe it’s the silence, or at least the exchange of engines roaring on the streets outside my window…
There’s something about being out of the city that gives me life. Maybe it’s the silence, or at least the exchange of engines roaring on the streets outside my window…
I’m rereading the intertwined stories of the sick girl and the bleeding woman in Luke 8—a duo of stories that I love—and I discover yet another layer of grace. Jairus,…
A few weeks ago I was, with help, finally finding a couch and hanging my paintings, making this new apartment feel like a home. We found the only places the…