Holding to God’s Hand

Her chubby hand clutches mine, tightly. Her feet are awkward, faltering. She often stumbles, trips, falls, swings wildly. Sometimes, she … More

Unto the Hills

I love to gaze at the mountains. The Bvumba Mountains in the Eastern Highlands of Zimbabwe, The towering Rockies throughout … More

Simple enough for children to memorize. Timeless enough to be read to mourners for centuries. Repeated enough so that even … More

I’ve listened to and sung this song, countless times. I’d always thought it was a bit repetitive. (Of course, in … More

Child, I am the God who sees. I see your anguish, your brokenness, your pain. I see each tear you … More

They say that the only 2 sure things in life are death and taxes. I’ve not met many people who … More

Some day, you may have a friend who is in anguish. Someone who is in the midst of hard … More

I always loved to talk with dad about hymns (I came by it honestly). One hymn that he and I … More

Happy birthday, my sweet Gwen. One month after losing my precious Daddy, my little girl turns one. My own finite, … More

Grief does not pass in a day or a week. It is not a prescription that must be fulfilled or … More