Hope When You’re Hungry for God
This Advent, I find myself especially hungry for God. Perhaps it’s related to yet another viral variant with all the uncertainty that it brings. Or the rounds of one conspiracy…
The grace of tight places
I woke this morning from a dream in which I was setting out to bike over a bridge. Before I could get onto the bridge, though, I had to squeeze…
One thing to do when you’re hurting
“Push into the burning,” I used to tell laboring women when their time to push had come. Some did it naturally, unable to hold back from the powerful forces at…