A few hundred writers had gathered to pursue their calling on a smoky North Carolina mountaintop. Sunned by worship and swathed in the dewy atmosphere of prayer, an iris raised her amethyst head near the summit stairway.She wore her crown of petals as a hard-won accomplishment. The iris began her journey…
Today, as yesterday, I needed grace. Lots. Of. It. Not just a trickle of patience and favor, but drenching downpours. My human nature has a default setting of irritability, impatience, and self-centered entitlement. I'm often in need of more nourishment and rest, which cranks up my crankiness factor. In my rough-edged…
She tumbles out of bed and staggers for a light switch. A bedraggled creature squints at her from the bathroom. She recoils and gasps. When the fuzzy head mimics her retreat, she recognizes her reflection. She hopes the shower will renew her motivation to start the day, but there isn't enough…