mother’s prayer :: holiness for them
Can you take this mother-wretch and make me holy? Not for my sake, but for theirs? I can live with my ugliness, but they do not deserve to. Take the bitte...
Can you take this mother-wretch and make me holy? Not for my sake, but for theirs? I can live with my ugliness, but they do not deserve to. Take the bitte...
Projectile vomit The ideal laundry-on-the-line day An invasion of slugs A second cup of coffee Creating the perfect funnel for a plasticine train Noticing...
Ivy Joy. You are the thrush that sings in the morning, sweet with joy from the crown of the tree. You are the laurel about my head, victory green and new. You ...
This morning, instead of going online first thing, I went to the Psalms. I was still groggy, still a little unfocused. But this is what happened. When my six ye...
Time has an odd quality to it these days. My newborn is now two months old, and though it seems she’s been here forever, I can hardly believe how April an...