Time. This elusive thing that seems to rush by quicker and quicker with each passing month. And if you’re anything like me, you try to grasp for more of it, willing it to slow down because it never feels like there’s quite enough. Not enough time in the workday, where the to-do list seems to get longer instead of shorter. Not enough time to spend with family and friends - not even enough time to send the quick text checking-in to say, ‘I’m thinking of you’. Not enough time to

I used to think that rest was related to sleep. It was something that was earned after working hard through the day and followed the expending of most of my energy. Rest was what happened when I just couldn’t push myself any further. The purpose of rest was to get sufficiently recharged so more work and productivity could happen.    The result of this in my life was that I could never get enough rest to meet the ever-increasing demands I would place on myself. Instead of rest

When it comes to having faith, I often feel like Peter on the waves. Whether I like it or not, the world rages on around me and my attention is pulled to the fierceness of the storms: the pelting of the rain, the swirling black of the clouds, the howling of the wind. All of the worldly things that speak fear, distraction, or doubt into my heart and mind. And, like Peter, in the looking away I can feel what it is to be overcome. To begin to sink. And while Jesus reaches out, t