Little and Least
I have shed tears with many of you over this last week, as our hearts were shaken by Ann Voskamp’s words and photos from Guatemala. My life looks too pampered and fat. My thoughts too caught up with trivia in the face of such suffering. I am called and...Look
The least of these?Who are they?Where do they intersect my life, my days?They don’tTherein lies the problemI guess that’s why Paul told us to “remember””Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by...For Sophia
Little girl, do you know this place to which you’ve arrived? Soft and new, unstained and pure, you enter our lives through tears, pain, and blood. Welcome. What awaits you here? Is your entry indicative of all that is to come? Should you struggle back to the...Lessons
I take him in my arms. His seven year old body not long to outgrow my lap and this rocker. This “little” one. My last. I remember so clearly rocking his biggest brother twenty years ago and all the hours rocking the four in between. It’s trite, but...WELCOME, FRIEND
I’m glad you’re here. Join me for life’s imperfect moments and share how we embrace the perfection of God through his grace.