a Mother’s Day reflection
Read MoreLast night I awoke to the sound of a door opening down the hall. Bare feet made their way toward our bedroom. My head lifted off the pillow to see our eight-year-old son at the end of our bed.
Read MoreA reflection on the year we (almost) adopted.
Read MoreOur humanity doesn’t surprise God. And robotic prayers only hold Him at a distance. So why not talk with Him as we are?
Read MoreI often feel divided between the me I have to be today and the me I envision for the future—and I get jealous of future me.
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