On the floor of the airport in Idaho Falls Just me and the tile and the bathroom stalls Silent screams of my fear echoing off the walls Not the place that I thought I’d be losing it all Slowly, surely Night will turn to day Whisper softly You’re gonna be okay For a while, I...Read More

“I lift up my eyes to the hills…where does my help come from?” That wistful cry from the Hebrew Scriptures (Psalm 121:1) has always been so evocative for me. The author is scanning the horizon wondering if someone (God?) will ride down to render aid in their moment of terror or struggle. At this very...Read More