Resting

Resting

She didn’t want to rest. She resisted and cried and wanted to go home. We took her on a long walk, let her run around, cajoled, commanded, bribed, even called Mommy and let them talk for a long time. Finally, after 2-3 hours of resistance, she snuggled in my lap...
Sorrow and Surrender (Hope, Part 2)

Sorrow and Surrender (Hope, Part 2)

“He is. That’s why we hope.” Little did I know when I wrote those words last week that I’d return to them the next day and the next and the next. . . I wrote them Tuesday night. Late Wednesday morning, a fourteen-year-old girl whom I know was...
Hope

Hope

Twenty-twenty has been hard. Super hard. Hard like political division, broken relationships, isolation, and obviously, a global pandemic. This year has felt like the Saturday between Jesus’s death and resurrection. It has felt hopeless. Heavy and dark. Like how...
Living Among the Dead

Living Among the Dead

Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. And they entered in, and found not the body...
Arise, My Love

Arise, My Love

Not a word was heard At the tomb that day Just shuffling of soldiers feet As they guarded the grave One day, two days Three days had passed Could it be that Jesus Breathed His last? Could it be that His Father Had forsaken Him? Turned His back on His Son Despising our...