Beach grace: the summer truth that could change my fall
Sunlight dances on wind-ripples, frosting the edge of each wave. The tide is going out and little rivers trickle and rush their way between sandbars, braiding the surface of each…
Sunlight dances on wind-ripples, frosting the edge of each wave. The tide is going out and little rivers trickle and rush their way between sandbars, braiding the surface of each…
I sit with the friend who most intentionally helps me listen for God’s voice in my life and confess that lately I’ve been coming up against the hard truth that…
When I told my doctor that my Lenten practice of taking time to be still in God’s presence before bed had enabled me to stop needing the sleeping pill I’d…