There once was a time when the heaviness of this life bore down upon my soul in ways I couldn’t explain or comprehend. If I close my eyes and concentrate, my mind whisks me back there. I’ve called it my dark night of the soul. It lasted more than a…
Have you experienced one of those dark nights of the soul that so many contemplatives refer to? I think of them as phases of life in which all is shaken and broken, like a perpetual emotional earthquake. Mine was ushered in as I could no longer ignore or deny my…
How would you finish that sentence? I finish it like this: Walking by faith takes a lot of faith! Oh, how I wish following Jesus in faith were always bouncy and fun, like playing with Tigger or following Mary Poppins into that sidewalk chalk scene. I’ve found it to be more…
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