It’s always fun to get mail, until it isn’t. On Wednesday I was heading out to prepare to lead music for our church’s Christmas Eve service, when my wife handed
Well, Christian, it’s nearly Jesus’ birthday. Maybe you forgot or you got distracted with all the running around and shopping and whatnot, and it plain snuck up on you. Before
Grief is funny. It’s funny in the peculiar way that it sneaks up on you; the way it pops up in random, ridiculous, completely unrelated moments, to remind you of something beautiful
Nostalgia comes too easy this time of year. There’s something about the holidays and the coming of winter and the flipping of the calendar that brings out the sentimentalist in all of
It’s always fun to get mail, until it isn’t. On Wednesday I was heading out to prepare to lead music for our church’s Christmas Eve service, when my wife handed
Well, Christian, it’s nearly Jesus’ birthday. Maybe you forgot or you got distracted with all the running around and shopping and whatnot, and it plain snuck up on you. Before
Grief is funny. It’s funny in the peculiar way that it sneaks up on you; the way it pops up in random, ridiculous, completely unrelated moments, to remind you of something beautiful
Nostalgia comes too easy this time of year. There’s something about the holidays and the coming of winter and the flipping of the calendar that brings out the sentimentalist in all of