I took a walk in the backyard this week, noticing the wildflower “weeds” rising to the early morning sun in adoration. Perhaps at the first...

I’ve been thinking about hope this year, that fragile confidence Emily Dickinson described as a songbird with feathers, perched in the soul, singing against the...

I read the book Humble Roots twice last year––once in its entirety; once in slower, more intentional meditations. What rang true again and again was...

Although I do much to protect my skin in the summertime, I always seem prone to dry spots and dullness as the weather cools off...

We spontaneously removed our family’s television a month ago, wrapped up it up, set it in the hall closet, and rearranged the living room. At once, we...

Every night I slide into bed grabbing a book on the stool beside me. Most evenings, my eyelids begin to close after just a few flips of...

I’m still speechless, even after our own 24″+ rain in 48 hours. Our phones have been constant with the latest developments from friends and family in...

In the late spring and early summer, before the air becomes too weighty, I love to toss a blanket in the yard and watch the...

I have been reading the Psalms and Gospels lately, looking both to deepen my roots in the Scriptures and begin my days with quiet attention...

Have you heard of the Enneagram? It feels like one of those words that popped up once and then again and again, and now it’s...