My son and I sit across from each other at the dinner table over candlelight and quiche. Pushing two fingers together, I flick dry crusty bread crumbs off my placemat from lunch while we wait for curls of steam to evaporate. Under socked feet, I feel vagrant leaves from the garden on the cold wood …
How to Find Your Rest
Last Saturday, I rested. I'm not sure what sort of picture came to mind when you read that. Did you imagine me in a hammock, my feet kicked up, book in hand, red Cardinal singing overhead? It's true, I enjoy a sit-down in the backyard every now and then. But, that's not always what serves as …