A season of death is upon us, unstoppable, the only way is through, so may God be with us and may we be with God
…we are reflections of each other, focusing our energies of what is most immediate, most precious, most life-giving, as we mature together.
I died and went to heaven, and as the…holy fog cleared, I noticed I was wearing an apron…And when he looked up, I recognized his face as Jesus.
Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on
So hug me now while we can. Give me a mischievous wink, a warm, welcoming smile, a reassuring hand on the shoulder.