Nothing compares to the moment . . . In the blink of a tear I went from a bride, to mother of the bride, mother of the groom three times, to gramma of the groom. Time passes quickly. Through tears and tissues we stand to behold the beauty of the bride and the adoring look from her bridegroom . . . and our children are … [Read more...]
Last Words Not Final
The final words of Jesus were not His last. They were a new beginning. I hope to reflect on Holy Week differently than the fifty-one weeks cluttered with rush and stuff. I hope to keep it holy. Set apart. And so, reading in the gospels this morning, I imagine what it would be like to be a part of the crowd(s) during the … [Read more...]