The Beautiful Way One Woman Learned to See
In this world, the old always co-exists with the new, death with the springing of new life. I hear it in the story of the travelers on the road to…
In this world, the old always co-exists with the new, death with the springing of new life. I hear it in the story of the travelers on the road to…
We’re a week into the 50-day long season of Easter, and, once again, I’m so grateful that in the church calendar, Easter is a whole season, not just a day…
There is a tree out the back of my place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking, when I first saw it, half-dead. It had its own beauty, I suppose, but I…