He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
During a long Chicago winter in 1995, I attended a Bible study for young moms. The leader was a woman named Joan (pseudonym), a seasoned follower of Jesus, probably in her 60s, her nest long empty. I recall that her make up was perfect and she wore bright colored, impeccably tailored suits that contrasted the... Continue Reading →
I was a chubby kid with too-short bangs (mom, what were you thinking?). I lived in the shadow of my center-stage brother who called me "B-Fink". Not a term of endearment I'm fairly certain. (I adore him now and we are very close.) School was not a place of refuge. I was a slow reader. ... Continue Reading →
Shadows and Shelters 