“And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us; yes, establish the work of our hands.” – Psalm 90:17

A month of daffodils and delight, the first brave breath of spring. Let us not lift our souls to another. A month of green, glad growing things, of sunshine and rain and tangible hope on the breeze. He is enough for me. Of a deep-down knowing that our Lord is an ever present help in…

A month of grace glimmering in the in-between moments. Of rainy days, mist-shrouded mountains, and mudpuddles carrying the promise of coming spring. Of being reminded that the captain of our salvation is bringing many sons to glory. A month of startled amazement at the wonder and joy children carry with them to meet each day.…

A month of frozen fields and painted skies. Bookended with friendship and fellowship, but also scattered with solitude. All of the things I thought I wanted don’t come close to knowing You. Of realizing that we think we are patient, but our Savior is the only true longsuffering One. We are following in the footsteps…

A month threaded through with quiet grace, encompassed by hope. Of remembering that we are a chosen people, called out of darkness into His marvelous light. He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger. Of feasting and celebration, and allowing the Light of Life to well over and dispel the grief of the…

     The stack of old books toppled to the floor. “Drat,” Betsy muttered to herself, bending to pick them up. A cloud of dust billowed up to greet her, and she sneezed, hard.      It was nearing midnight on Christmas Eve, 1915, and the streets of London were eerily quiet. With most men away on…

“The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light, And upon those who sat in the region and shadow of death Light has dawned.” – Matthew 4:16 Advent comes just when we need it most. In the darkest, coldest season of the year, when despair and sadness try to seep into our hearts, the Light of the world shows up in…

A month of tawny russet fields under blustery skies. Of walking in the rain and tilting my face to the sky to let the raindrops wash the fog out of my soul. Of loss and tears and saying goodbye to our Opa. Of geese flocking together in soggy fields of green before winging their way…

“To show forth the praises of Him who has called us out of darkness and into His marvelous light.” – 1 Peter 2:9 I have taken a number of journeys in the dark. Whether it be an evening walk, leading a group of campers on a hike through the woods, or driving a twisting forest…

A month of crimson and gold, of woodsmoke and windsong in the tops of the trees. Of crisp, dappled, slow mornings steeped in quietude, and dark but luminous evenings. Of writing in coffeeshops with wind whistling round the eaves and La Vie En Rose playing, of falling leaves and birds ever flying south. A month…