Morning reflections and slowing down to listen to the sounds of nature . . .Read More
My daughter and I will always remember both my unexpected excursion into the icy cold rapids, my legs bruised and scratched from a boat full of women gasping as they peered over the edge . . .Read More
I have lived tired. I have lived tired, hurt, and lonely much of my young life. I have wrestled with words all my life, trying to make sense of any form of hope in an ugly, perverse world.
I’ve wrestled with God, but He always wins in the end. Always.Read More