Joy Comes in the Morning

We who share in the joy of Easter can relate to a perfect Man who bore griefs and pain unimagined so that we might have a Savior who calls us with a gentle yoke to lay our griefs and pain at His feet.

The Diminishing Dad

As the man hastily parked his car in the parking lot on an early spring morning, the sun was not yet peeking out from behind […]

Joy Comes in the Morning

I lost an earring this week. The simple, square, gold earrings were a gift from my mother a bazillion years ago. Monetarily they were probably […]

What a Father Is

The skies opened up and wept with the young girl. The day, long, grey, drizzling, matched her mood. She stared at the tiny cardboard box-turned-casket […]