The Abiding Place
As I sat in the hush, I noticed movement: herons, everywhere. Elegant and strange, like brushstrokes come to life. The white ones came and went; but one blue heron remained, unmoving. Steady. Watchful.
America, Where Are You?
After 9/11, unity surged through us like a lifeline. For a moment, America remembered who she was. We stood together, shoulder to shoulder, and it was beautiful. But now, instead of unity in the face of crisis, we meet death with mockery.
When God Calls You to Plant Without a Harvest Date
Can you imagine if, instead of a neat little number, the back of a seed packet simply read: “TBD days to harvest”?
That’s what this season feels like. Not my flower season, but this life season.
Before She Learns to Scroll, She’ll Learn Who She Is
More than anything, we want her to enter the digital world with a clear heart, not chasing approval, but carrying purpose.
To add beauty. Not noise.
To influence in the truest sense of the word: by being a light.