Daily Bread

We all have our traditions, don’t we?

If you know much about me, you know that I love little nerdy facts.

We all have our own ways of telling time.

Lamentations is grief from beginning to end—a whole book written by people watching their city fall, naming their losses out loud, refusing to pretend the pain isn’t real.

Notice the tense. God doesn’t say, “I will make all things new,” as though newness is some far-off promise waiting for eternity.

There is a moment every gardener knows — that morning you walk outside and discover that the thing you thought was dead has put out a new leaf.

For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.

For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.

When I was younger, I often allowed failure to follow me.

Four years ago, I published a book titled “Love Remembers.”