Healing and grace--in many forms--will soon follow as every night eventually bursts into glorious day.
For an unshakable faith to take root in the heart, it often vacillates between faith and unbelief...
I thought of my day looking like that disheveled yarn and then thought, ‘what if I took the time to unravel some of the knots of my day?’
"I know there's a meaning to it all...a little resurrection every time I fall" (Vice Verses, Switchfoot)
It’s a black and white day in the city. Charcoal high-rises ascend and stand out against an all white, sunless sky. The most color I’ve seen today were red, wet umbrellas and bright green, inter-borough taxis weaving in and out of traffic. New York City on a damp and rainy day, but no less busy... Continue Reading →
Some would say that this season has been reserved for the sole purpose of commemorating the end of a year, the temporary death of leaves and flowers and all that blooms. I say it is when the urban oasis awakens to new possibilities.