Living Water: How God Finds You at Your Lowest
I’ve been playing in the mud this spring. Partly because spring is always mud season on Prince Edward Island, and partly because it’s good therapy. At the end o...
Category: healing
Patience for healing
Healing is hard work. There are days the body goes on strike and says, nope, not gonna happen, not today. All I can do is make friends with patience, though I o...
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...
Mortal Hope
We are frail. A puff of breath, too soon extinguished, a gathering of dust, too easily scattered. We wrestle with this mortality in the face of the invisible ar...