Sometimes human love is muddy. The clear spring of love meets up with some dirt. That dirt could be sin or unhealed trauma. We may not know what kind of…
We’ve had weeks of misty, cloud-covered skies. What I’ve needed is light, and lots of it. And, as I’ve run errands, I feel the tension of female shoppers (being one…
I woke up Sunday morning with a mother dream. You may know the kind. I’d dropped off our two youngest children at the airport. They were ready to fly. Without…