O me of little faith

It’s a day when psalm 37 sounds better than all the rest, especially the parts about the wicked. Sometimes the wicked have swords, but most of the time in my life the wicked are more subtle. They lay off a newsroom full of weary, weary people and invite them to play musical chairs with new Read more about O me of little faith[…]

Definitely a June apple

I’m in a season, kind of always, of asking what’s next, and am I doing what God would like me to do, and am I becoming the woman God wants me to be, and what, actually, is that person, anyway, and is there something I’m supposed to be doing right now, and why do I Read more about Definitely a June apple[…]