This week I sat at the bedside of a dear friend who’s dying. She was present with us, yet far away in her mind and heart. The few phrases she managed to speak were about Jesus. How He is with her in her sleep. How she and Jesus have had precious conversations lately. How Jesus…
Category: identity
Looking Out My Window
Two years ago today, I was completing the monumental task of sorting drawers upon drawers of expandable file folders in my private office, each representing months or even years of casework for my federal employer. As I boxed away files for storage and transferred others to fellow colleagues, memories passed through my mind like flipped…
A Life Called to Love 