That Long Climb

(My hand held by my young friend while climbing–photo credit to Josh Wohlgemut) “The joy of the Lord is my strength.” And how does that work out? I’m tired, dragged down by all the brokenness: women scrounging far and wide for water, youth without a future, men distressed. Marriages are fragmented, replete with selfishness, misunderstanding,Continue reading “That Long Climb”

When a Handhold Makes All the Difference

You hold my hand, you love me: King of this whole world, you lead me, making my right hand your chosen tool so that each act becomes a holy service in your master plan. You hold my hand, you love me: Lover of my soul, you treasure me and nurture every gifting given and makeContinue reading “When a Handhold Makes All the Difference”