Kitchen Sink Gratitude
Sometimes gratitude bursts upon you like a geyser in the spring floods. You’re ho-humming your way through the dishes one evening, scrubbing pots and pans...
Sometimes gratitude bursts upon you like a geyser in the spring floods. You’re ho-humming your way through the dishes one evening, scrubbing pots and pans...
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel. Yes, there is joy, even in the waiting, even in the absence of a promise fulfilled. It comes as ...
The clouds are blushing for the sun this morning in anticipation of his arrival: golden pinks and purple with a lavender secret, fresh scrubbed fleece and the f...
I am wakened in the grey light by her whisper. “Mom, I need to show you something. Something that happened outside in the night. It’s not what you expected.” My...
What happens when you decide to choose joy, and your week starts off horribly wrong? Somehow I manage to wake up more tired than when I went to bed. There’s no ...