"Long ago thou didst lay the foundations of the earth, and the heavens were thy handiwork. They shall pass away, but thou endurest; like...

In his essay, “In Topsy-Turvy Land," G.K Chesterton describes what he sees as he walks around in a particular metaphor (and, if you ask...

On Monday of this week, I sat down to write a blog post, and I came to God's word with the sole purpose of writing my own words. The only...

There’s something about the sky that makes me silent. I could gaze at it for hours, getting lost in its moment-to-moment changes. If I...

A few weeks ago over the phone my dad said something about me that has rung often in my ears ever since. He said "Margaret, you just like...

I've been thinking lately of all those women in the Bible, carrying their water jars to the well day after day. It's heavy, this weight...

I'm so weary of this lonely emptiness having a hold on me. I want my treasure to be in the wide, high, stretching depth of God's love....

I love the rose garden. It's where I go to wander. Especially when I want to get lost in longing, which is more often than you'd suppose....

My room is magical. There are stars on my ceiling (don't tell my RA) and every afternoon around supper time, a rainbow dances on my wall....