Gripped by Grace

The words faded on a paper unearthed from the files while we pack grabbed my soul. “Grace, grace, grace for all.” These words I seek to live, try to breath, and must accept. Grace that grips my hand as one leads a lost child back to their parent. Grace holding my hand like the visitor to the sick … More Gripped by Grace

The Other Side

What will it be like on the other side? Will the path that I walked be fairly straight forward with minimal undulation? Will it appear like a jagged road that crosses back and forth so often that it could serve as stitch work on a wound? I hope that there will be a visible path … More The Other Side