I imagine that, if I started it off, you could finish it.
As the deer pants for streams of water. . .
These words were turned into an intimate worship song a few decades ago. Many of us still remember it even today. But what if I told you Psalm 42 is actually a lament, a complaint, a pouring out of pain, hurt, fear, and more.
Four years ago my little memoir was released via Resource Publications, an imprint of Wipf & Stock Publishers. Four years. So much has changed even in these past few years. So much because . . . change is inevitable. We have to get used to it.
Yesterday I wrote about a simple practice that can help in this time. It’s called the 5-3-1.
In this most challenging of times we find ourselves, I do believe it is important to create little rhythms in our lives. Small rhythms, simple rhythms (personal liturgy, if you will). Continue reading →