Rare is the occasion when I can sing, Blessed Be Your Name, and not cry. I first heard that song the year I met J. J was two when we met him. To help his grandmother, and because I fell in love with him almost immediately, we kept him at our house when she would travel for work. Sometimes it… Read More
Come quickly Sunday
Sunday is coming. This is truth. A beautiful, life giving, hope sustaining truth. Friday and Saturday are long, though. So very long and hard. The time between that which breaks your heart and leaves you undone and when healing touches you is almost unbearable. When I think of Jesus saying, “My God, My God, why have you forsaken me”, I… Read More