Life – a cup at a time
Something shattered into pieces, Someone crushed them under foot. Somewhere the scattered pieces lay, Somewhen, long overlooked. Somewhen, an artist found them, Somehow he scooped them up; Someone loved with tender hands Something I had given up. Something forms beneath the artist’s touch: Mosaic full of grace. Someone else would never think to make Beauty …
Grace is one of those beautiful words that no one seems to be able to define. I don’t think you have to be a Christian to begin to understand grace; I don’t think you can be a Christian without some understanding of this. Here is a summary of how I see the grace of God …
It’s Maundy Thursday, and I spent my morning in the hospital waiting room, wondering if my husband would make it through open heart surgery. Holidays have a surreal place in my life. My dad died on the traditional Memorial Day weekend when I was a teen. It seemed fitting, as he was a WWII veteran. …