What to do when your story isn’t the one you want [and the YET in every story]

I’m drawn to the quiet lately. To the song of nature’s choir. The sermon of the moving trees. The early morning air of October touches my bare feet, and I pull them in closer beneath the quilt that covers the rest of me. My coffee steams and burns the already raw skin on the roof of …

When everything isn’t merry and bright [and why Advent is meant for you & me]

She sits on a chair in a waiting room, the doctor talking to her about options. Treatments that might work. Things that could be causing the sickness that weighs on her son’s weak body. I watch her, and I want to be all that she is. Persistent. Devoted. A fighter. But I don’t know that …