I sat on a bench next to our lake as I prayed this morning and admired the beautiful day, the kind that helps me endure our brutal summers. Water lilies flapped lightly against the water in the cool breeze; ospreys glided overhead. And then I found myself fixing on one ominous pinkish-gray cloud that alternately coalesced and fragmented against the otherwise serene (more…)
In the Sunshine State, we have two seasons: One is unbearably hot and perpetually wet, and one is slightly less hot and generally less wet. Recently after enduring an especially painful gathering, stepping outside in the rain seemed more pleasant than the safe confines I had left. I was free. And God filled my trip home with sweet reminders.
First was the (more…)