This is an excerpt from Work That God Sees: Prayerful Motherhood in the Midst of the Overwhelm. _______________ A glittering day. The sun is up, but not awake yet – its light is still copper, like a red-haired child with … Continue reading
Every light shadow looks like her out of the corner of my eye – a pillow, a blanket, a sunbeam. The pain of losing this companion is a loss that grieves with every small reminder of her absence. She’s not sleeping … Continue reading
In the middle of a word, the point of my pen broke and tore right through the paper. My favorite pen – just a cheap one, but it has the perfect grip, the right color, and the enchanting ability to … Continue reading