“The Lord thy God is mighty… He will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.”
In my husband’s rubber boots, I walk through the crunchy-wet snow to check how things are growing. Brave and hardy, new-sprung leaves are poking through the ice. I always worry about them, and wish I could tuck them up warm. They need another mama while the earth pulls her nasty pranks on them and leaves them to shiver.
Confession: The other day I was texting with two friends at once. This is quite a feat for me, a slow texter. Fortunately, we were group messaging. Unfortunately, they were talking circles around me. We were contemplating whether the rewards of attending a ladies’ seminar together would be worth the gigantic hurdles of a) the […]
Do you ever feel out on a limb with God? Scripture is packed with stories of men and women out on limbs and they sure sound great in the telling, several thousand years later, though you can’t help wondering how Abraham felt, exactly, packing up that mountain with his son and a butcher knife how […]