“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.Continue Reading
“Did you show him the pictures?” my friend asked after I told her I’d read a children’s book to my dying dog.
I have a secret to share: This summer I read countless children’s picture books to myself—not just once, but several times, even at bedtime.
Welcome. This is the second in a series on Sabbath rest. We can learn to make room for spacious living despite the crowded schedules of our ordinary lives.
My mom let some insecure words slip through the phone line the other day. She shared her sense of insufficiency as she wondered what words to offer her friend—one whose doctor recently said he thought her cancer had progressed.