The Light Shineth in the Darkness

It’s been a day of gorgeous indolence, a true gift after all the glad hustle and bustle of the weeks previous. I sat on the couch by the fire and nursed the cold I sustained through late nights and early mornings and too much sugar and running out barefoot into...

Day of days

Christmas Eve, 2007 adapted from my journal On Christmas Eve morning I was up at five. I wondered if any of my neighbors were astir at that hour, but all the other houses through the trees were dark. It was my own, private, precious hour with Jesus—on a day when His...

Waiting Days

“It was a labor of love,” she told me, coming to my door on a November day and handing me a tissue-wrapped package, wrinkling her nose with a smile. There’s no doubt that it was. A host of paper leaves, hand-tinted in varying hues. Tiny pictures she...