on re-learning how to pray

on re-learning how to pray

Sitting there in the darkened room while the book study DVD rolled on the screen to my right, I experienced the most jarring realization. We’ve been doing it all wrong.  Since my children were babies, we’ve practiced the folding of hands for...
craving desperation

craving desperation

When’s the last time you’ve been truly desperate for something? A love returned, a paycheck to provide food for your family, or maybe for God to return a wayward child? You can hardly breathe due to the tension wrapping its gnarly fingers around you. You find...
breath by breath

breath by breath

I am wound too tight by schedules and piles these days while quiet lingers always out of grasp, and so many bodies in tight spaces can overwhelm a heart longing for reverberation. His voice, it seems, comes to me like pond ripples, such a subtle vibration that I’m...
rainy day resistance

rainy day resistance

Wearing her pink and green pajama pants and an overcoat, she scuffs through the kitchen into the garage. Kicks off her fuzzy slippers and pushes her feet into dirty garden shoes; balancing one foot at a time while holding her camera inside a plastic grocery bag. “What...