The Drive Home Nobody Saw
A prayer for the ordinary transit between one thing and the next — the minutes we spend alone in the car, unwitnessed.
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Some mornings the world stays hidden longer than you'd like, and you have to decide what to do with that.
Continue reading →The Hem of His Garment: A Reflection on Mark 5:25–34
She had spent everything she had, and still she reached. There's something in that I can't quite leave alone.
Continue reading →The Night I Can't Seem to Shake
A prayer for the restless hours when sleep won't come and the mind won't quiet down.
Continue reading →The Umbrella I Never Have When It Rains
A confession about optimism, unpreparedness, and my ongoing failure to learn from the forecast.
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