Let Me be God
“Carolyn Joy, let Me be God.” Each time I sit silently with God lately, the words return. Let Me be God. I will protect you. Let Me be God. I…
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…
Willing or willful?
“I’m willing,” I say to God. “I’m willing to write it. But I don’t have words.” I sit with my laptop waiting for the words to come. A question comes…