A Psalm of Praise for Pentecost

Glory be to God for wingéd things: purple throats of finches pour forth cascades of watersong black scissor-wings of crows cut clear blue cloth of sky chickadees bob black caps, send cheery notes from birch to cherry, laughing hanging nest of bushtits trembles—...

Open Hands

Not too long ago, I stood in my kitchen with four small faces gazing up at me, waiting for me to give them instruction and guidance, and I knew in my bones: I can’t do this. That was not the first time those words had crossed my mind or pierced my heart. I am...

Out of Hiding

I came out of social media hiding yesterday to answer a few questions from Deidra Rigg, who is (among other things) the managing editor of The High Calling. (She wasn’t interviewing me in that capacity, though. This one is just for her blog readers–and...

Winter is Not Forever

I’m shocked to realize it’s been over a month since I wrote even a word in this place that bears my name. Truth be told, I haven’t much to say, but I thought I’d drop you all a line and let you know how we’ve been. About like this:...

Holey, Wholly, Holy

My friend Kris Camealy longs to glorify God. She wants to live in total surrender to God’s desire for her life. In fact, I’d say that “surrender” just might be Kris’s life word. Or maybe “relinquishment.” Knowing that, you...

Sabbath

Dear Friends, Those of you who visit here regularly have likely noticed that I have not been as faithful to my Tuesday/Friday posting schedule the past few months as I usually am. For this, I can only say, I’m sorry. The truth is, I have run out of words. For...