My life doesn’t naturally provide space for stillness, physically, mentally, or spiritually. It’s strange to think of stillness as a discipline, but as a young...

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. {ecclesiastes 3} My sister reminded me of these words the...

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, An...

Sometimes it is easy to look at other people’s pictures or lives and feel that I am somehow missing out. That I don’t have enough....

I’m in the kitchen and can hear the tears. I follow their sounds and find Olive crumpled at the feet of the stairs, folded into...

“This is not our home,” Mark told the kids, pointing to the house we’d lived in the last seven years — the only house they...

It seems the end of September has already arrived — the time of year I begin dreaming of wool and blankets and fires and colored...