The Mercy of Grace ~ Weddings and Funerals

I’ve been to more funerals than I have weddings, and I’ve lost more than I’ve gained, but in the end that’s generally how it winds up. The first funeral I ever attended was for a baby, a being hardly a year old if even close. I’ve never forgotten the sight of a mother holding her... Continue Reading →

Helplessness

There is only one thing a blind man can be beside a weeping angel. I fear helplessness, doing and being able to do nothing. For me, this often means not being able to speak, unable to move or open my mouth, trapped in a silent frost like Han Solo. Screaming and pushing with all my... Continue Reading →

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