Help me rightly place life by rightly placing death. The prayer feels upside down, but it’s been reverberating in my soul since I met Harriet. She rests quietly beneath...
I honestly thought there might be an asterisk somewhere in the pages—a subtle footnote or editor’s revision tucked in the margins. “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love...
I’m thinking again about the unlikely friendship of grief, and how she loves to hold the hands of hope even in her awkwardness as she leans into our lives,...
I am not a gardener, but I still love every lesson taught in farmer’s almanacs of the abiding and tending of seedtime and harvest. Onions aren’t ready to be...
I remember writing the words, “I want to make a difference, I want to be a change-agent.” In my life, the longing to not be anonymous was great—chalk it...
I think about the moment in Genesis, the first chapter. God, in His divinely creative glory, crafting man and woman and smiling and saying, “This is so very good.”...
“Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace…” The prayer is part of our Sunday morning rhythm at church. Chances are, you’ve read it or heard someone recite it....
The caption on the InstaStory read,”Today I had some meetings, wrote some content, said farewell to a little piece of my identity for nigh on 8 years, and savored...
I’m going to say something right now that might frustrate or worry those of you who say you love Jesus and are called according to His purpose to be...