Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Relaxing into the rising work of God…

Rising should be the easy part, no?  After the fear, the suffering, the darkness, the hard work, and the waiting, I feel like rising should be effortless.  Despite that, I feel weighted down by resistance to rising.  This should not be a surprise; at this same time...
Tending to the wounds of a broken heart

Tending to the wounds of a broken heart

Wounds are strange teachers. Ten days ago, I sliced through the tip of my left ring finger trying to pry leftover ice cream cake off the cardboard. (Don’t worry; I assured my inquiring brother-in-law that the cake was unharmed.) The sting was worse than the blood. And...