Verses for the Wilderness

I wake up the last four mornings barely able to breathe. Panic clings close and all the unknown things lurking in the future loom large. Suddenly, time has moved too quickly, and it isn't slowing down and how can the oldest of my four be less than a year from middle school? How can I … Continue reading Verses for the Wilderness

The Year the Gifts Were Stolen {A Letter to My Four}

The snow started falling last Monday. The flakes were small, hardly noticeable. Really, it was barely a scattering compared to the heavy fall of Thursday. But as your faces were lifted up in wonder in the parking lot of that church, trying to catch bits of white on your tongue, your Christmas presents were being … Continue reading The Year the Gifts Were Stolen {A Letter to My Four}