Unexpected Prayers
Prayers sometimes come to us in unexpected forms, especially when we don’t “feel” like praying and words aren’t happening.
Prayers sometimes come to us in unexpected forms, especially when we don’t “feel” like praying and words aren’t happening.
In my work as an advocate for special needs students pursuing higher education, I’ve been reminded repeatedly that they are twice qualified. What does that mean?
Looking back on this last year, I’m still struggling with being thankful for situations and people whose tenacious grips keep me in a repetitive wrestling match. I want to break free and hear God’s blessing.
There’s nothing quite like a clear cold winter night out in the country. My hand stretched out one step in front of me is blanketed by velvety darkness. The dark is so dark that it is like a separate present companion, not just a state of atmosphere.
Christmas Eve conjures up stories of unique experiences whether warm fuzzy family traditions or hollow disappointments. I’ll share a childhood story that encompasses both.
I heard, really heard for the first time the words of a familiar Christmas Carol, “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.” The specific words which grabbed my attention were, “Our hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.”