She spins and twirls and her chest heaves from sighs that aren’t tiredness, but little-girl devotion. I know my wee thing well enough to know that when her eyes clamp shut and her arms whisk unmethodically through the air, there is an auditorium she goes to with...
My flesh, loud against the gentleness of the Father, is not the final word. Wouldn’t you know it, the very thing set to derail me, is His opportunity to shine … in me. My weakness is His perfection. And a taste of Him, like this, in me makes me want to...
I spoke too quickly. I gushed. I said words about what’s been buried deep, but in a setting that was meant for laughter and easy fraternizing. And there it was, out there, that intimate expression lobbed into hands which couldn’t quite catch it. I went...
I ended my road run on the beach the morning after we arrived. Up the boardwalk stairs, I could smell it before I saw it. I always loved that first look at the ocean after a year spent only viewing it in my memory. I had forgotten, in that moment, that the last time I...
It’s that time again. I love finding my favorites and sharing them. (The beauty of this God-Man shows up in His children.) And this month they are popping up among my friends. Though this list is by no means exhaustive! Here’s just a little early-taste of...
She elbowed and writhed and pulled at my fingers which were wrapped tenderly around her arm. She shimmied with adrenaline-charged strength I’d not seen before in her, determined not to know the intimacy of my hold or to hear healing words. Her body fought what...
