Above all, trust . . .
Twenty-three days ago, a friend who came for dinner brought three yellow roses. Two aged as expected, their heads drooping after seven or ten days, begging to be laid to rest.…
Why you can dare to enjoy the process
Its colors grace my living room now, a tangible reminder of the resurrection hope who lives in me even when I can't feel him. Today, as I remember the painting’s…
Making peace with smallness
“Who dares despise the day of small things?” God asks the prophet Zechariah (Zech 4:10). “Ummm . . . I guess I still do. Sometimes.” I whisper, not really wanting to…