The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

August 19, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson

What if sometimes it is not more blessed to give than to receive?

The last few weeks, I’ve been thinking about compassion. Moms are sort of the archetypical picture of compassion, soothing fevered brows and kissing scraped knees and all that.  But these days mothering feels to me more like small bodies hurtling … Continue reading