I've been curled up on the couch with a Lewis's Letters to Malcolm book this week. He never wrote a book on prayer, because, well, who am I to tell one how to pray? but his personal field notes on prayer have left me reflective on my own spiritual life.
With humble heart, I bow my head And think of thee, O Savior Lord. I take the water and the bread To show remembrance of thy word. Please help me to listen to the words of the hymn. I try and try, but for some reason, I never fully tune in to the words of... Continue Reading →
Growing up, road trips were the worst. We spent a morning cleaning up and packing the car, only to have several false starts—and usually at least one trip back home to pick up something we forgot. Then you’d be squished up against your family in an area about the size of the dining room table... Continue Reading →