The Weary Life Though I barely come, I come. Though I am weary, I search. Your invitation has roused me and given me the strength to...

“Teach us to pray…” Interesting question from Jesus's followers. I figured if anyone knew how to pray, the disciples would know....

At the end of every year the church calendar takes us from Advent into Lent. We celebrate the birth of a child who would suffer death to...

I keep looking out the window at the wrens, robins, chickadees, and blue birds. Darting about everywhere; they are busy this morning....

There are seasons of life that take our breath away. I don’t mean in a wonderstruck or captivating way. They snatch up our attention, but...

As a kid, I might have had separation anxiety. Maybe, maybe not. It’s hard to tell since we didn’t have any “diagnose yourself and your...

My mom would periodically forget to pick me up after field hockey practice. Sitting on the curb, the coach would drive around from the...

“In our society, we have come to believe that discomfort always means something is wrong. We are conditioned to believe that feelings of...

My grandmother had a big black shoe. I can’t recall which foot it was on, but it was custom-made with an extra-large sole. Even with this...

I am sitting by the fire today. My back up against the hearth with pillows cushioning me. Down pillows. The outside temperature is below...