What strange relief to weep thanks at the feet of the one who robbed you.
In this quiet season, there is a small voice whispering.
A permission slip from Father to world on behalf of a very foolish daughter.
I’m thinking of getting a new piercing. But it’s probably not one you’re thinking of.
Lay down your burden of worry and guilt and trying to make everything okay when it is very not okay.
104 things I want to tell you about my year of covid but probably never will
The paradox of maturing in God: I become wiser by understanding how foolish I am.
Every once in a while, a book promises to change your life and actually does.
In all the crowd, noise, jostling, and distraction, Jesus noticed the woman who barely touched him. He notices you, too.
It’s tough to feel anything but dried up these days. Poetry helps. So does reading the Word. (One more than the other.)
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions, but when I do, it’s about progress, not perfection.
2020 took a lot from you. That’s true. It also gave.