Jesus never measures and weighs, doesn’t count, keep score, or tally what is given. He just gives.

Love just is. I’m dumbfounded by the mystery of it all. I’m reminded again that delight and beauty are right here.

I find hope on a crisp spring morning. In the silence, I find God there.

Faith can so often be invisible, clear as a morning whisper. Sometimes I just want to touch it.

My latest book is born of three words, gather the fragments, and I invite you here to share them, no matter what you believe.