Greylag {A Short Story}: The goose, the girl, and the midnight mystery
He came on the last breath of a nor’easter, an apparition gathered out of the morning mist. His form, that of a goose, but his substance of something yet unseen...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
First Snow and the Grace of Morning
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...
Choosing Light
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 ...
A.W. Tozer on Private Prayer
“Retire from the world each day to some private spot, even if it be only the bedroom (for a while I retreated to the furnace room for want of a better pla...