This time of year, I find myself looking for the light. In my corner of the world, the sun slips below the horizon at about 5PM and it can feel as if the darkness is swallowing the day whole.

Growing up in church, I was always told to pray, but never really taught how. For years that left me with a quiet sense of guilt…

I just finished a six day solo pilgrimage walk on the Camino de Santiago. My watch tells me I have traveled 93 miles, 200,000 steps, and climbed 176 fights of stairs.

I have a restless streak in me. I’m often chasing what’s next instead of enjoying what’s right here and right now. No matter how much I have, I find myself wanting more, better, or different.

The older I get the more I realize that God often moves in chaos, struggle, and ache. His best work seems to be in the places that are falling apart. 

I love a good plot twist! We have all had that experience watching a movie or reading a great book when all hope seems lost and you can feel the despair overwhelming you.

In Matthew 18, Jesus says, “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” I don’t pretend to know everything Jesus meant, but spend five minutes with a toddler and you’ll notice some things: trust, dependence, a wild sense of wonder.