I spoke these words a couple of years ago at the graveside of Cathy Duncan, one of my church members.…
The morning was hot, sticky. We finished up at Walmart and picked Daddy up from the workout place, where he…
The beet is shouldering. Shouldering—growing, rounding, pushing its back up and out of the dark underground and into the air.…
He’s scooting across the floor on his little diapered bottom. He’s headed for the bathroom because he sees one…
by Justin Dillehay (Originally published at While We Wait on Good Friday of 2019.) I once saw a comic…
I’m sitting at home tonight, as many of you are. I’m guessing my body contains trace amounts of stress hormone…
I eat him with a spoon in big, meaty bites when I spend time studying his explicit words to me. But I also get to taste him in creation—maybe with a straw. Sips of refreshing, implicit truth about who God is, sips of pleasure straight from his hand. I can be nourished on this part of God’s revelation as well.
I slipped between the sheets and rested my belly between us. She turned towards me in the dim light. I…
I recently got on the phone with Rachel Jankovic, author, speaker, and mom of seven, to talk about the Bible…
Hair wisps over her ears and into her eyes, straight and the color of straw. Her hands are fat…
