Ode to Pine Needles
It is May, and I am bent over with dustpan and broom, attacking a corner of the entryway—a refuge for castaway dust bunnies and unidentifiable …
It is May, and I am bent over with dustpan and broom, attacking a corner of the entryway—a refuge for castaway dust bunnies and unidentifiable …
Even our best arguments for the existence of God fall short of describing Him.
Being present in a specific place and time helps us connect with others, with ourselves, and with God—even if it means doing some extra gardening.
Pausing in the pregnant darkness of “Come, Lord Jesus.”