Springtime and Sustaining Mercies

It all happened in the span of a few hours. I had been eating strawberries and rice for dinner for several days and was convinced I had a stomach bug. Devynn was convinced of a different theory that I was determined not to entertain . . . at least until I had put Iva to…

Be Not Afraid, Be Not Dismayed

Perhaps you feel it, too, lately: the tightness in your chest when you hear the most recent news, the weight of preemptive grief when you consider your child’s future, or the weariness that comes when trying to “choose joy” in your own strength day after duty-filled day. I have often heard people remark on how…