“My soul cleaves to the dust….”  Psalm 119:25 I whispered the words at night a few months ago.  Words dropped, next to tears on my pillow, spilling this way and that as Mike and I ended the day before the Lord.  Always wrapped in each others arms, thanking God for what has been and recounting things we desperately desire....

When God leads it may feel more like a subtle current than the rushing of a wave.   This is precisely how I would describe the theme to the summer. God moving me along from one lesson to the next without a clearly determinable path or string of connecting the points. In April of this year, I was asked to lead a workshop at a local...

It is a mixture of slow and rush here these fall mornings. The nip is enough in the air that I’ve curled up in blankets with my coffee to meet with the Lord in the early mornings. It’s darker when I rise, and though my farmboy has usually started the coffee pot and been up for a while already, I find myself scurrying around in the...

Tears ran down his chest and puddled in the center at my chin. It had been another day of