Why do you believe in God?” the woman asked me in the busy corridor. I don’t remember the answer I gave. It was probably too long and rattled in her ears. I wish I could...

It was a whisper in the soul, a lump in the throat, and an echo in the deep and hidden places of the heart. It was the hope that we are loved, truly loved, and...

If we’re open to it, God can use even the smallest thing to change our lives… to change us. It might be a laughing child, car brakes that need fixing, a sale on pot roast,...

I know the well of my maternal incompetence is deep but I am determined to siphon up a calm and breathing hope for him.