Good Friday: An Invitation to Grieve
We have come to Good Friday. If you are anything like me, Good Friday is often overlooked…
We have come to Good Friday. If you are anything like me, Good Friday is often overlooked…
I hold the plate delicately. It feels light in my hands, and yet bears an unspoken weight….
You are Lord over every lord we know, And King over every king we can name. You…
We’ve been here before, You and I. My mind swells, self-justification mingles with self-doubt, and my…
I got my efficiency from my mother. Laura: a former nurse, mother of nine, force to be…
I’ve hated the word since I was a child. “No” – two little letters that tangled together…