On the floor is where so many things end up, God.
Toys dropped, crumbs scattered.
Shoes thrown, books smashed.
A Prayer for the Floor
January 17, 2023 by
Honest Hallelujahs
November 21, 2018 by
I was too young. Youth and vitamins fortified my body; a promising future fortified my mind. But something else threatened all that, something that made me hold my breath for several months. On the day of my final checkup, after the surgery that removed what wasn’t supposed to be there, the office receptionist was infuriatingly chipper.
The Miracle of Creating
September 14, 2017 by
Though eager to put her vision into words, she found doubt and anxiety hovering over her. Soon she heard the cursor say, “Stop. This is too messy. Let someone more qualified, more talented, more educated do what you could never possibly do.”
Easy like Sunday Morning?
September 23, 2015 by
Sometimes getting inside the church building is hard. I’ve talked to a few friends recently about what it takes to collect all they’ve got and bring it into Sunday’s gathering. Some people get to roll in on Sunday, hands free. Some folks face obstacles just getting to the door.
But I Won’t Do That
April 8, 2015 by
Christians are weird. Don’t believe me? Go to a good ol’ foot washin’ service.