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What am I Leaning On?

  Last week I buried my beloved father. The lone bagpiper stood sentry, beckoning us closer, as the familiar strains of Amazing Grace echoed in the open cemetery. The once cloudy skies gave way to a brilliant January sun as we approached my father’s final resting...

New Morning Mercies

                                                                                                                         Lamentations 3   When my children were younger, I used to read to them every night before bed. It was the sweetest, most anticipated part of my...