The Beauty of Rest

“Look!” His brakes screeched as the bike came to a stop. I caught up and slowed to a stop behind him. My friend pointed to the side of the trail.  “Do you know what these are?” I looked down. “Mayapples?” “Mayapples. You know they’re native to Indiana?” I nodded. With that, he dove into a... Continue Reading →

What God Does with Dust

It layered itself like a fuzzy film along baseboards I didn’t often clean. It gathered on books I hadn’t opened in years. Dust marked what I liked to forget.  “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return,” the clergy would recite on Ash Wednesday in the church of my childhood.  I remember... Continue Reading →

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