Full of Grace AND Truth {OR The Thrill of Orthodoxy}
I wrote last time about how I sometimes forget even the most basic things—like God being the Father of Compassion and the God of all Comfort—and need to go back…
I wrote last time about how I sometimes forget even the most basic things—like God being the Father of Compassion and the God of all Comfort—and need to go back…
I’ve been savoring, this week, the grace in the word “unfold.” An elderly friend needs more care, and I see, finally, long-awaited details begin to unfold. A group of us…
I love the freshness of a new year, the gift of a restart. It feels to me like grace, a reminder that no matter what is going on in me…