The Secret of the Buried Seed
The secret of the buried seedis to accept the darkness as a gift,to trust the finger that presses us downinto what we fear will be a grave. We have always feare...
Category: grace
Still {repost}
The memory of this day 5 years ago is still vivid in my mind. Parenting is hard. So thankful that love is deeper than the crazy moments, and grace is enough. Be...
A fresh snow
I woke up this morning and things seemed lighter. The sun had not yet risen this midwinter Monday. But the windows had a bluish glow to them. It took me a few m...
The First “Nose”
Today was the first real snow. It came in a bluster of northwest wind overnight, somewhat unexpected. The first hint I had of it was the faint white glow from m...
Still in the Story
When I’m tired, the words don’t flow like they usually do. Inspiration is lost by the sheer effort needed to form cohesive thought. But all this helps: Watching...