When you’re waiting for your real life
Another wakeful night and unwell day, and I wonder how this all fits in with learning to really live. I thought things were improving. I was beginning to step…
When you don’t know how to pray
Everywhere, everywhere grace pours down. In our struggles to pray, here too grace flows, not demanding from us what we cannot give, but giving to us…
When Beauty kneels
I kneel low. Wood dips and pulls, tugging me closer to soaring majesty. What Beauty is this, that pours itself forth in such splendor? I sit small before the rugged peaks,…