Heaven is getting crowded, it seems. Crowded with too many people I know. My sister, my dad, my mother, my niece, my wife’s parents. My daughter. And dozens of others I have known or know about… And the more we see our loved ones depart this world, the more we …
From sinking sand He lifted me, With tender hand He lifted me, From shades of night to plains of light, O praise His name, He lifted me! Gabriel January Twenty-eleven for me was the beginning of a sorrowful year. I had lost my husband the night before on New Years …
On one of our book shelves there is an odd plastic water bottle filled with stones and gravel. As this bottle is from France, you won’t see many of them in Canada. My daughter phoned me as she collected these souvenirs from the beach in that resort town made so …
