I wonder why “quiet time” became defined by the perfect chair illuminated by the perfect light at the perfect time of day, flanked by the journal that has the...
As I think about the meaning and purpose of quiet time, I can’t help but see more and more miracles. God delighting, God rising strong. Today, it’s God dwelling....
Yesterday, I wrote about the miracle of quiet time—of simply walking with God and savoring a really good conversation, and of His delight in hearing our voice. Today, I...
Quiet time. It’s a description. A noun. A command. A miracle, really. I’ve talked about the liturgy of the quiet moments in my life—a little prayer, a little writing,...
You know, those words are teachers. Quiet time. A description. A command. A miracle, really. God breathes space into the small moments we offer so we may breathe His...
In the beginning, God created everything: the heavens above and the earth below. Here’s what happened: At first the earth lacked shape and was totally empty, and a dark...
Motivation and mantras. Rejection and rewrites. Ideas and confession—and a personal addiction. Here are twelve more stories in the life of this writer, including the one about the best...
My husband smiled as I snapped the picture of the bookstore that shines its light in our local airport. It’s not the first time I’ve taken a photo of...
I HAVE AN ADDICTION. I think about the origin of the thoughts whispered so subtly into our hungry-for-something-more ears. Back, before a woman and a man and paradise and...
“Wow, that photo. It’s beautiful – it looks like diamonds.” A filmmaker friend said that as he glanced through the images on my phone. There were so many stories...