Deep in the Heart of Man
This morning, the neighborhood children call me over to a huge, gaping hole in the earth. Construction workers have dug down so deep, you can
(my daily blog)
This morning, the neighborhood children call me over to a huge, gaping hole in the earth. Construction workers have dug down so deep, you can
Last night, my youngest asks me to tell her stories of when I was a little girl. “What kind of stories?” I ask. “The ones
This morning, I lean down to look at all the rocks by my apartment. I remember the plea of the psalmist in Psalm 61: “Hear
I’m sitting in a lecture hall, listening to a seminary professor teach on the book of Romans. I bring a journal with me (the one
Today in church, the pastor challenges me to “open wide the gate of my heart” to God. I know that verb. Open. It
I don’t know much about photography. I’ve never taken a class, and I don’t use a fancy camera. All I know is that taking pictures
On the way to the vernal pond, I notice how we can’t even approach it unless we pass through the thorns. There’s no way around
I could chronicle my life in tantrums. Two years ago, I demanded new Easter dresses and complained that we didn’t have reservations at the expensive
The text will arrive sometime today. I don’t know when. All it will ask is, “What do you see?” Today marks the beginning of the
This morning, I remember the simplest of truths: I love others by faith. There’s a supernatural, unconditional, pure and deep love that God wants to