It is snowing again. It is ironic how, at the beginning of winter, snow makes me feel good. I remember all the fun things from my childhood: sledding, snow forts, catching the first flakes on my tongue. The stark, bare…
Everything we see, everything we hear, everything we feel ~ it can all tell us that it’s time to quit trying, to give up our dream and our calling, to give into despair. Sometimes, it would be easier to slide…
I often wonder while living my life ~ this ordinary life ~ do I, or even can I, fully worship, love, and obey in truth my God and Father, the One who dwells on a plane I can’t with the…
I was charmed recently to observe a young teen couple who obviously liked one another, but who were terrified that the other might recognize their interest. They verbally danced an intricate dance of advance and retreat. I wished them well;…
This afternoon I was listening to some glorious choral music and found myself feeling wistful because I can no longer even hum along. One of the things I miss most about getting old is the loss of my singing voice. …