When life disappoints
A day into my three day retreat and I am walking with the travelers on the road to Emmaus. Disappointed. Confused. “But we had hoped. . . “ Their honest…
When you need to know that the broken is precious
I whisper the confession. “Oh, Abba, I’m sorry I only have a messy, broken, cranky me to give you as we begin this day. I want to give you…
The words you never dreamed he’d say
I’m one of those people who believes it’s important to let Lent be Lent and not rush through to Easter Sunday. If we skip the sorrow we cheat ourselves of…