Rest

No matter how old you get, no matter how youthful you are, no matter what stage of life you’re in,…

Tell Me the Story

My son has a new favorite activity. He comes and curls up in my lap and says those beautiful words:…

My favorite scene of Avengers: EndGame begins almost gruesomely. It seems like the end of the movie and perhaps the…

There is nothing quite so hard in this life as change. Even if the change is good, the act of…

I think, at some level whether we admit it or not, we have an innate desire to feel the closeness…

Just the other day a friend and I were talking about what a gift it was to truly be seen.…

Have you ever noticed that the Bible refers to worship not as some passive “experience” but rather something we give…

Her chubby hand clutches mine, tightly. Her feet are awkward, faltering. She often stumbles, trips, falls, swings wildly. Sometimes, she…

I love to gaze at the mountains. The Bvumba Mountains in the Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, The towering Rockies throughout…

Simple enough for children to memorize. Timeless enough to be read to mourners for centuries. Repeated enough so that even…