31Sep 23, 2011
As a little girl, I spent hours outside, running wild with the wind.  I lived in a house on the marsh of the Lowcountry, where the coming of rain smelled of pluff mud and rotting marsh grass, and humidity lay thick like a hand on my cheek. I played arm in arm with Summer heat, imagination […]
32Sep 16, 2011
On Sunday, I felt the trembling, electric surge of deep knowledge, my breath catching in my throat as I held Zoe’s hand—too thin, the bones too visible, the skin cold and wrinkling. Â I fumbled with Adam’s glucose meter, putting in a strip. Â I changed the lancet in the tester so that I could prick her […]
33Feb 4, 2011
Let us not grow weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. ~Galatians 6:9 Sometimes I feel so weary. These are the days when I feel the truth of my inadequacy, and also the best days for acknowledging the reality of God’s tremendous […]