Sleeping with Bread, Part 4; Wrestling with God
This was a wrestle this summer…one that I can’t mold into a tidy little shape of words, the sweat and tears of it are just too fresh. Have mercy with the…
Summer Lovin’
From Henri Nouwen's Gracias: "More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people, enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and…
Thanks Healing
After reading One Thousand Gifts, a description of my own transformation: I was born blind. Fear covered my eyes like scaled cataracts and I was afraid to walk, afraid to…