When winds whip wild
Last year when we stepped through the door, the late November sun was streaming gold through the huge windows, lighting a path across the little table and straight-backed chairs in the…
The surprising gift you don’t dare refuse
We’d just found our housemate unconscious on the cold cement floor and my heart was raging mad. Not at her, but at our guests who cared more about having to…
The song He’s singing over you
The pastor extended his hands toward us. “And now, receive this benediction.” And he began to sing: “May the peace of God, our heav’nly Father, And the grace of Christ,…