Holy Work

“It’s holy work,” my heart whispered to my mind as I walked down the hall toward screaming siblings. “It’s holy work,” the Spirit said as I knelt down to empathize. Holy work. Sometimes I get it right. Perhaps my children smell the fragrant aroma of the riches and grace of Christ. Perhaps their subconsciouses catalog … Continue reading Holy Work

But God.

God, the Master Author, sometimes intertwines stories in ways we wouldn’t have foreseen. So humbling that He does. Guest post by Meg McAusland “I’m always up for a game of cards.” she said as she moved her hospital tray closer to the bed. I should have known it would be her answer. Wherever Grandma went, … Continue reading But God.