A Hand in Injustice

If I am not mindful, my intense desire for justice sours all goodness. Hatred is kindled, and more often than not, emotions and sharp words cast off Christ in my exchanges.

Finding Happy (when it is fleeting)

Yesterday morning, my husband and I walked through a farmer’s market then crossed a bridge and wove our way down quiet streets, around traffic cones and construction fences, and along a river to a Japanese garden. I wish my imagination was grand enough to have allowed me to melt into the garden and transport toContinue reading “Finding Happy (when it is fleeting)”