I worry too much. Autumn trees ask me not to worry. They, like Jesus, suggest trust rather than worry. So often in autumn I want to go lean my head against a tree and ask what it feels like to lose so much, to be so empty, so detached, to take off one’s shoes that […]
The blurred softness of sleep still lingers as I rise from my nap, pour a bowl of cereal, and set myself down at the computer in early evening. Yes, the world is dark outside my window except for the glow of streetlamps and outlined strung lights of buildings. I missed the last of the milky […]
May we who sit complacent be blessed to have courageous faith like the woman whose fingers touched the edge of Jesus’s garment, whose desperation drove her to the Healer, and whose heart knew the moment skin met fabric her body was different and free from suffering. She who had the bravery to speak when Jesus […]
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