Drawn upward
I’ve been pondering her words all week: “Jesus delights in the things that delight you because he delights in you.” Is it true? We were talking about something else—I can’t…
Fruitfulness
The day hangs heavy with possibility. Sometimes you touch its tip and it springs open, scattering seed on the fertile soil. Sometimes you prod and the pod sticks stubbornly shut.…
A prickly waking
Curled unseen tight-packed glory whispers. Stretches. Bursts prickled grave clothes. She wakes thus to Love. Slowly. Spines tight-clung to her edges. 'Take off the grave clothes and let her go."…