A Backyard Sanctuary

I finished watering and took a chair, plunked it down on my dirt lawn and sat down. It was hard to admit but, despite the condition of my yard—the dead shrubs, the empty flower beds, it felt good to be outside.

Prayer

We all pray whether we think of it as praying or not. The odd silence we fall into when something very beautiful is happening, or something very good or very bad. The “Ahhhh” that floats up out of a 4th of July crowd when the skyrocket bursts over the water. The stammer of pain at…