Morning A vermillion paradise arose. The advent of newborn colors, slowly ascending. It dabbed my world with the specter of the

River of Living Waters Recently while reading from one of my favorite daily devotionals, the passage “The River of Living Waters,

The Season of Grief The season of grief is long and hard to carry…there is no timeline, no map, no check

Healing a Broken Heart At the time I am writing this, the group that went on a pilgrimage to Italy have