When you have nothing to give
Ashamed, I hesitate. It seems a poor gift for a King. I offer it anyway. All of my longing, my emptiness, my helplessness. And the Gracious One reminds me of…
Ashamed, I hesitate. It seems a poor gift for a King. I offer it anyway. All of my longing, my emptiness, my helplessness. And the Gracious One reminds me of…
A shift of the camera, this is all, and the blossoms are transformed. A slight turn so the light shines full on the petals, letting them be what they…
“Above all else. . . ” The phrase rings through my consciousness. The list of things to be done today is impossibly long, the energy small. How can I do…