The Card at the End of March: How One Prayer Keeps on Giving
Every year, at the end of March, one of these envelopes arrives in the mailbox at the end of the lane. It’s from Wycliffe College, where I did my Ma...
Every year, at the end of March, one of these envelopes arrives in the mailbox at the end of the lane. It’s from Wycliffe College, where I did my Ma...
When life looms large and my efforts are not enough, you whisper it quiet: Make yourself small. Make yourself as a seed, curled in the dark earth, invisible but...
The prayer of the leaky cistern By this time, O Lord, my leaks are showing and patches coming unglued. I bring my battered cistern, and lay it down besid...
O Lord of open ears, When I wake up with no voice of my own, I turn to the voices that you breathed into long ago.I enter into their prayers and join my heart w...
This morning, a newly minted five year old snuggles in for a cuddle on the front porch swing, while the first green of spring bursts out on the trees. “Th...