Half and half…

I walked towards the gate of Sunny’s new school this morning, behind the bars was an enclosed area for children to sit. My eyes found four children in wheelchairs. One little boy dangled bare feet from his chair, while another …

I am broken

I am broken. Speaking these words out loud leaves cuts along my tongue, each syllable a jagged shard of the secret I have always kept hidden in the quiet spaces of my soul. If you’re anything like me, the parts …

Joseph of Arimathaea

I’m sitting in semi-darkness weeping over Joseph of Arimathaea and the conviction I am under this morning as I examine my own life. “So Joseph bought some linen cloth, took down the body, wrapped it in the linen, and placed …

The door…

Oswald Chambers arrived in the mail yesterday like an old friend. I haven’t read him for years. Not since my children were small. We reconnected in January on the internet through ’30 days with Oswald Chambers’ that I found in …