2016: To play or be played?
I sit slumped in my chair, waiting for the small, informal worship service to begin. Eventually I decide I want to play too—my dearly loved brother is playing, after all,…
Morning Mercies
Snow settles soft on the earth, fresh grace falling calling me to come to rest to fall, myself, into its welcome and then to fall again, now part of its…
Christ in you: a letter to my sister
My dearest sister, Two days before my third birthday, when Dad put you into my arms, I scarcely glimpsed the gift I was receiving. I knew this live doll who wiggled and…