Between the storm and the miracle

Between the storm and the miracle

“You of little faith, why did you doubt?” There’s a certain hush that comes over us when life turns uncertain—when the place where we once stood firm suddenly feels as if it’s shifting beneath our feet. Perhaps you know that feeling, too.“You of little faith, why did...
Reshaped by the Potter

Reshaped by the Potter

I never expected clay to teach me how to live. But these days, as my hands sink into wet mud at the wheel, I can feel God’s hands on me too—pressing, guiding, reshaping. It wasn’t always this way. For years, I lived in graphics, words, and deadlines. I was a corporate...
God’s presence in paint, prayer, and pine trees

God’s presence in paint, prayer, and pine trees

The country night air held a chill. The onyx sky and surroundings clutched tight to the emotions of the seventeen women who ambled into the cold room on a Friday night, their metaphorical backpacks lugging heavier loads than each should haul. That snapshot set the...
Maybe you need a lift?

Maybe you need a lift?

It’s late September in southwest Michigan, and almost harvest time in the vineyard that hugs my backyard. It’s this time of year that the moist evenings hold the perfume of sweet, ripe grapes close to the earth. I often wonder if it’s heaven pushing this...