Looking Up

Looking Up

I don’t ever remember a time that I didn’t look up to my dad. The fact that he is 6’4″ is one reason that looking up to him is all I can do. As a little girl, I remember pressing my bare feet on top of his feet as he led me in a dance of gentle...
Longing for the High Place Where Death Does Not Win

Grieving? Do You Believe?

She bows her head down low. Not in shame or embarrassment, but sorrow. You will not see her tears; she refuses to share her grief. Easter brings us face-to-face with death. Do you believe? We walk in the fear of the unknown when we discover more of our friends are...

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