God’s Handiwork

When I ask my son what he wants to be when he grows up, he says, "To wort wif da tools...or da church, wike Daddy." In his soon-to-be four-year-old speech he rolls off the hope of a future where he'll work with his hands - something he's loved to do since he discovered he had … Continue reading God’s Handiwork


The Weight of the Cross

I've been in the midst of a wonderful, weary season. Wonderful because I've stepped into a place where God has called me to be, but weary because the transition has taken its toll on me. It seems appropriate that this time has come through winter and into spring and summer. I imagine winter must be … Continue reading The Weight of the Cross