In the Book of Our Lord 2022, it suddenly occurred to Shari Zook that she had once again been living her life by sheer elbow grease.
I have believed in you ever since I was a little girl, and I am so happy to say with confidence that I am on your Nice list again this year.
I open wide and soak it in, the full moon just coming white and misty from behind the clouds, or hanging its enormous full-blazed orange…
I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
Here is a list of the songs that keep me going these days, from widely diverse styles. You don’t have to like them.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
I sat licking my spoon. The ice cream was really good. So was the sermon. Cusick was not referencing Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…
I feel like Caroline Ingalls, attempting to preserve civilization on the frontier wilds, with her tiny gilt-toed shepherdess on the mantel.
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know?