I’m attempting to get back into the practice of memory work.

Nothing is harder than loving my neighbor as I wish I was loved.

You never know what the future holds.

Cultivating awareness of God’s presence in the hustle and bustle of life.

It wasn’t the Valentine’s Day I would have chosen.

Could Tom teach me to become a receiver?

Abiding in the hope of Advent.

A poet values her place most for its capacity for silence.

Fledgling robins need to walk and hop before they can fly.

The fears we face are anything but fake.

Cultivating solitude can be a deeply liberating experience.

The question is not “Was it all worth it?” but “How can I give back?”

One stray dog, four kids, and 12 years added up to much more than we could have guessed.

I thought I knew a lot about God . . . and then I became a mother.

Transitions can be especially strategic and noteworthy occasions.

Imagine your delight. Imagine God’s.

Ever feel like you need a “wailing wall”?

From out of the quiet, the sound of water splashing into the font wakes me up to worship.