I awakened with the sun, long shadows stretching across the dew-drenched grass. Pink azaleas opened wide to receive the morning as birdsong filled the air, almost drowning out the drone of distant traffic on the highway just over the distant rise. We have been promised suffering this week. This week of all weeks, in which … More The Grace Side
A few short weeks ago the nights felt so very long. Bare trees reached for the sky and we zipped our jackets to ward off the nip of frigid evening breezes. We longed for spring. Before long, buds fattened on the limbs, daffodils shot green hope straight up through the faded mulch, and mist danced … More Everyday Resurrection
“Mama, what does ‘the ninth hour’ mean?” My daughter is good at throwing random questions at me, out of nowhere, when I am driving. “You mean when Jesus died?” She nodded. So, I explained how he hung on the cross for three hours, from the sixth hour to the ninth hour (which is three in … More The Ninth Hour
A Life of Simple Joys 