Easter Secrets Under the Bed
The day before Palm Sunday, one of our cats had kittens on my daughter’s bed. It was only barely morning by the clock. The natal activities woke and kept us up ...
Category: hard things
Homemakers In War
We never expected to see these sights. My eyes hurt looking at images from the other side of the world. If this is the pain of the image, what is the pain...
Living Water: How God Finds You at Your Lowest
I’ve been playing in the mud this spring. Partly because spring is always mud season on Prince Edward Island, and partly because it’s good therapy. At the end o...
Shades of September
The leaves are just beginning to turn and descend. I pick up a particular shade of golden and hold it up to the September light. The road between the cemetery a...
Listening.
When I don’t even know my full place in the problem I hold a space for quiet, humbled listening. I tune my ears to the persecuted poor in spirit and hear the cr...