by Desiree’ Uhrich Mothering God, you give us birth. You birth us into all time and place, even into pandemic, even into a world groaning

by Desiree’ Uhrich Mothering God, you give us birth. You birth us into all time and place, even into pandemic, even into a world groaning
It’s chillier here than I expected. I picked up a purple hoodie emblazoned on the front with a graphic Route 66, at a Texas-sized truck
Yesterday I attended the funeral of Father Joseph Nolan, a priest who served the Catholic church near me. Fr. Nolan was a good and faithful
Today I spent hours organizing my words. In Gmail alone, I created folders and tags and placed nearly 21,000 emails in their respective cyber-spaces. It
“Weeping may linger for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” (Ps. 30:5) “So do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring worries