Ironically, it seems that the areas of my life where I am most confident are often the areas that I also seek praise or positive feedback.
What do you do, then, when you live in a culture that is yours, yet foreign?
Some say “I love you” are the hardest words to say, but I don’t think so.
Here is where we are.
In order to be shared, the loaf must be broken.
This type of weather is not only not convenient, it’s dangerous.
Looking into your own child’s eyes as you anoint them (and holding it together) is not something they teach you in seminary.
I can choose to focus on the dreary or I can look for the sun – even if it’s only a glimpse before the clouds return.
It’s so like us to assume God has gone somewhere else – that God has left us on our own.
For thankfulness heals our heart, which is a good start to healing the body.