Unexpected

My year of prayer is taking an unexpected turn. Or maybe the turn started last Easter, in my first year of prayer, when I felt prompted to learn more about human trafficking, particularly of young girls for sex. What I learned horrified me, to say the least, and  I...

Stillness and Sleep

Today’s post was inspired in part by chapter 1, “Learning to Breathe,” of Christine Sine’s book, Return to Our Senses: Re-imagining How We Pray. It’s Easter. For another five glorious weeks it’s Easter. I love that the Easter season...

Getting Off the Porch

Last month, I cut my hair. It took me eight months to finally do this (rather small) thing I kept feeling nudged to do. At the same time that I was feeling those go-cut-your-hair nudges, I was also feeling other nudges, ones I liked even less than the hair-cutting...