As I walked and waited, prayed and pondered, I heard a quiet reassurance, “All shall be well.” And that one simple, but not ‘pat’ sentence, allowed me to breathe.

I never thought I was a worrier. Then I had kids.

“What do you most want to hear from God?” I’ve asked that question to many people. The overwhelming answer is . . .

I’ve lived the life of an over-eager onion peeler for many years.

When I think of the word believe, I hear Peter Pan’s pleading voice, “Do you believe in fairies? Clap if you believe in fairies!”