Gifts of Grace

I jump. Instinctively my mind calculates the place my feet should again meet the surface left behind. My mind is wrong, and I let out a squeal. Below me the trampoline moves with a mind of its own. The ground is not where I left it. And I don’t like…

Party Favor Grace

Grace is such a pretty word. A single syllable of soft sounds. Not a single sharp edge. Like gentle rain falling on rich soil. A lovely and appreciated drink upon stable ground. Amazing Grace is a beautiful song – a lyrical ballad born to be accompanied by church organ. We…