golden-hour flower
Miracles like a flowerat golden hour areso inconspicuous that we normally miss them.But every so often we see it—all its understated beauty and profound glory,and we wonder,“how?” How long has this been there?How did I miss it?How much have I…
A Pocketful of Broken Shells
My daughter Eden collected a pocketful of beach treasures yesterday. She has kept them in her pockets all day today and loves to take them out and look at them. She is so protective of them— her baby sister is…
You are not forsaken.
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? You are probably familiar with these words— the agonized soul-cry bursting from the lips of our dying Savior. He was one with the Father, and yet that oneness was denied to…
Embracing My Inadequacy
When I think about it, I hope I never totally lose a sense of my own inadequacy. These first six months on the foreign mission field have been unique. They have not been spent immersed in West African culture. They…
