Confession: Fear and Weakness
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...
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...
Routine looks a little different these days with a newborn in the house. For me, morning prayer has been taking place with my little one during her first mornin...
At the height of a mid-March day,the sun is hidden beyond layers of stratus clouds.Snow falls and a trio of ravens circles the sugar-topped pines, gliding above...