What it means to be Wonderfully Made by Christina Bailey A reflection poem that was shared at our October Pause Gathering God, the Alpha, the Omega Beginning, End and In-Between Spoke a word, breathed on dust Brought our substance into being From first spark to every cell division  Deep in that secret place Our inward parts were woven Every intricate atom, organ and sinew. He saw it then and still continues  To keep us within view  Is there one cell of cancer in our bodies  a

When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dreamed. Our mouths were filled with laughter, our tongues with songs...

“It’s a Jeep” she said with a shrug and a laugh. The car was parked with one tire popped up onto the curb, right in front of the federal...

I saw this image as I scrolled Facebook the other day. It was accompanied by a caption praising mothers for how wonderful they are and how much they do. To be sure, the post was intended to give mothers a great big pat on the back. But to me, it felt like pressure. And at the same time? I want it to be true. At this time of the year, we all want to believe in magic. And maybe to convince everyone, including ourselves, that we can BE the magic. For children, magic and wonder a