Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant—a seed—this plants the giant miracle.

Losses do that. One life-loss can infect the whole of a life. Like a rash that wears through our days, our sight becomes peppered with black voids. Now everywhere we look, we only see all that isn’t: holes, lack, deficiency.

No one told me that it would all happen at the same hallowed time: Mothering is at once the hardest and the holiest and the happiest.

Writing is this act of faith - a bit like driving in the fog: you can hardly see just in front of you. But you trust God's leading you and you just write into the space you can see ahead of you.

Stress isn't only a joy stealer. The way we respond to it can be sin.

I only live the full life when I live fully in the moment.

In our rushing, bulls in china shops, we break our own lives.