by Mary Harwell Sayler — Beside my desk, seashells show evidence of life outgrowing the old self and discarding hard protective layers that once encompassed vulnerabilities. Praise the Lord! …
By Ana Lisa de Jong — Sad There is something immensely sad resounding in the depths, and carrying on the airwaves. That is finding a response in us. The groaning …
A poem, by Jenneth Graser — Silence beckons to us first thing, ascending in the pre-dawn mist on the call of animals that can sense day is coming. We wait …
By Michael Moore — The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want; He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters; he restores my …
You call, and so often, amid the bustle of our day, we’re distracted and fail to hear your voice. You knock, but our lives are untidy, unprepared, and so we …
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