Easter is more than what happens inside red church doors
This morning is different.
Easter is more than what happens inside red church doors Read Post »
Our daughter lost her first tooth a few weeks ago. As I stared into that gaping hole in her mouth, I did the thing where you internally tear up and think, ‘where did my little baby go?’ in that wistful, nostalgic way. ‘It was only yesterday that I was holding her in my arms!’
The Transiency of Memory and the Transfiguration Read Post »
The crazier things are in the world or just inside my head, the more I talk to Jesus.
I pray on the porch (even in the wintertime). Read Post »