The gift of the in-between
The wheels of time turn and here we are once again in that week after the end and before the beginning. Yesterday was the last Sunday of the church…
Home when you have none (OR The place you can rest)
When I was 18 months old, our little family of three flew back to Nigeria after a few weeks in England. Flights were overbooked, we were bumped and rerouted, and…
When you lose sight of the truth
Dear Self, You know those times when things that were clear before now seem confusing, or even clear in the opposite direction? (“How could you ever have thought God was…