sound of cemeteries

The Lord knows what we need, when we need it. He knew I needed to visit a cemetery on a hill on a brisk New Zealand spring to find closure, grieve and celebrate a life well lived. *note, this post was written in October 2014 I’m in Akaroa today. It was a French colony and…

Grace

Grace, she became my mother. Jimmy Needham’s song, “Moving to Zion” has a line that resonates within me. “Grace, she became my mother.” Grace is my mother. And my grandmother. My mom’s name is Grace Lyn. My grandmother’s name is Grace. If I have a girl, I want Grace to be a part of her…