by Brenna Nail Lord, my mind is tired as it wanders through every task the day calls for, yet I am unable to slow my stream of restless thoughts. Lord, my body aches as it performs its duty to take me from one place to another, working endlessly to carry out each...
“The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them. How much sorrow can I hold? That’s how much gratitude I can give. If I carry only grief, I’ll bend toward cynicism and despair. If I have only...
Friends, I’m pleased to introduce you to an emerging writer (who also happens to be my niece) Brenna Nail. Here, she shares her first experience with Lectio Divina, a form of Sacred Reading. Discover how God met her during her prayerful reading of Scripture. by...