Weekly Brew: Embracing the Holy Spirit

Water rushed from the gutters above me and thunder shook wooden beams below. Birds took shelter in the cedar trees and chattered as if there were no darkened sky. The leaves of the rose bushes bent beneath the weight of fresh rain. I often find the Holy Spirit in the rain. The front porch ofContinue reading “Weekly Brew: Embracing the Holy Spirit”

Weekly Brew: Battlefields

Sometimes our battlefront is right here. In the few minutes of hot coffee we get to¬†enjoy before the sun wakes up. In the chill of the dark, February morning air. In the quiet before the chaos of “Mom, where’s my other sock?!”