While Waiting on God
More than a decade ago, somewhere between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, a boisterous hailstorm came out of nowhere, pummeling my…
More than a decade ago, somewhere between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, a boisterous hailstorm came out of nowhere, pummeling my…
Making room for the mysterious movement of God I’ve lost count of the times God, like a divine Houdini, has…
It’s easier for me to grieve things that happened than things that did not. It feels natural to grieve losing my father eighteen years ago, but seems ungrateful to grieve the death of a plan, dream, or hope. Yet it’s important to acknowledge these things
Seasoned moms know our kids’ silence can be a cause for concern. Noise provides clues about what, where, and with…
We all fall victim to the comparison trap. We can reject comparison and choose to be content – The secret is not in what I have, but whose presence I remain in.