I sunk into bed during one of those awful, pre-dawn hours of the night after a day where my required tasks had far outnumbered the minutes allotted to me. One of those “Come again, Lord Jesus” moments when you decide you’re utterly unable to wake up and take all the...
To my dear daughters (whether knit within my womb, or the wombs of others), as well as anyone who has ever loved one: These days have been laden with a palpable heaviness. I see things, I hear things, I read things, and they press on my soul because they’re painting a...