When you don’t feel ready
I sit at my desk wrapped in a deep red blanket with white fleece lining. We’ve been talking, these days, about putting off and putting on, about clothing ourselves with…
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.…
When it’s hard to trust the promises
I get Zechariah's struggle. I read the promise, hear it, but when the time comes to step into it, I hesitate. “But how can I be sure?” The man stands…