Day 4: A Robin Sings
It’s 4 AM. Dawn has begun its slow stretch toward the sun. Out the window, there is not yet colour, only the lifting of shadow. I think of You through the...
It’s 4 AM. Dawn has begun its slow stretch toward the sun. Out the window, there is not yet colour, only the lifting of shadow. I think of You through the...
Father, Do you see me as a failure? Does your disappointment rise with the stacks of dirty dishes? Do you get fed up with my meltdowns? I fear your retreat more...
Today was a bust. I was going to pray. I was going to write about it. It was going to be (modestly) inspirational. It didn’t happen. Nope, not at all. In ...
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...
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;&n...