A poem – Sensory Processing Disorder
There is a subtle panic in her eyes: she is trying to read me, trying to understand what it is I could want from her, but she picks up nothing at all from my best encouraging face.
Word, Thought, Prayer: Justice Jesus-Style
WORD: “He will not quarrel or cry out; no one will hear his voice in the streets. A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out, till he has brought justice through to victory!” (Matthew 12:19-20) THOUGHT: Justice Jesus-style is not about demanding my rights, but about advocating and [...]