we walk in a wasteland...when a baby's wail softens the trail...
Wail in a Wasteland (A Christmas Poem)
Tag: Jesus
Five Months and 318 Miles
My sister had just found out she was expecting her first baby when I saw her last winter. When I wondered and guessed and outright asked if she was pregnant. When we giggled and wept and hugged in the car. And then lockdown.
The Glad Surrender
What do you want from the Lord, and what does he ask of you today? Does it feel as if it is too much—or maybe too little?
