Is nine years a long time?
Nine years is how long this little red dress hung on its plush, velvet hanger at the far side of the guest-bedroom closet. A son came, and God did not open my womb again.
And I never quite knew what to do with the silk -little, rosy red dress.
I am Gabriel. I stand in the presence of God, and I was sent to speak to you and to bring you this good news. —Luke 1:19b For all my talk about uncomfortable grace, rejected requests and love’s frets and rubs, you must also know this. I must share the good news of Gabriel, our messenger…
Pain, Op & Post-Op This was a big week for me. A big week for me to give thanks. Because my pain got bad in July. Then an ultrasound found a huge mass. Surgery was scheduled for August 16th. I had a month to wait. A month to talk back to the little aches under…
What rolls off your tongue when you’re in trouble? What comes out when you’re in a prison or a cave? How do you pray? Like A Song, It Came “Help me,” “Heal us,” and “Have mercy,” are desperate prayers my God has heard lately. There’s also been that prayer for a prodigal. But last night,…