The Grace of the Grave

The Grace of the Grave

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him From rising again Living, He loved me...
For the Mothers and the Daughters

For the Mothers and the Daughters

I didn’t know I was about to make a new life-friend, one to travel through days and months and times and seasons with. It was a Skype call with a stranger who I felt like I already knew. That very first conversation across invisible airwaves in the sky between...