I Go to the Mountain

I run to the mountain; my feet swiftly go. I run to the hillcrest for this place I know. I run from the valley the noise and the fray. My heart seeks its peace on the hilltop, away. For there on the mountain my soul is at rest, and there I discover new strength for…

When Church is Hard

I went to church yesterday.  That isn’t unusual; I go to church every Sunday.  But yesterday, I saw the church at work, and I saw God at work in the church. At this stage in my life, I am itinerant.  My husband’s work moves him from place to place, and we set up temporary dwelling…