I wrote this in response to someone asking me what I think happens when we die. Certain pieces of this image are in fact based
by Desirée Uhrich Something happened to me and I will never be the same. You know what happened, Lord. I don’t need to write it down. But
One in a series of prayers for extreme situations called Prayers I Never Wanted To Need.
by Donna Arington Petraits March 17, 2021 An ordinary day. Sun sinking on an early spring evening. Warm for March, and perfect for playing hide
by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a