Why my heart sings while my body groans {Loved dust: the Advent version}
Most days I’m aware of my dustiness. This morning is no exception. I wake early after a half-slept night. My body groans as it faces the day. But today, my…
When you’re afraid of the daily dyings
His words grip me. “If the Gospel seems irrelevant to our daily lives, that is our fault, not the Gospel’s. For if death is not a daily reality, then Christ’s…
Why these years are the best (. . .so far!)
I discover the openly hidden grace at the end of a sleepless week, in the midst of a day when I can hardly stay upright. I think again of…