Walking early last summer in the New York Botanical Gardens on a sunny Friday morning, I heard a woman behind me so overwhelmed by its early June beauty that she kept saying over and over to her ...

I am utterly bowed down and brought very low; I go about mourning all the day long.” The psalms journey with us from birth to ...

In Old Testament poetry, we find echoes of our deepest longings. Whenever Christmas rolls around, I get a little sad. I look back and am encouraged in the ways God worked in the past year, but also ...