I can’t do without my piles. With my husband’s influence, I’ve mended my pack-rat ways in most areas, but don’t ask me to part with my books.
I’m interrupting my series on paradox to invite you deeper into the Advent season with this poem. It’s a prayer-cry for those of us who need to remember how desperately we need this Child to come and enter into our brokenness, grief, confusion and sin. How desperately we need this Gift. The Branch of Your… Continue reading Advent Interlude