a story for the first week of Advent.
I wept a lot that day. It started early, just after eight. He is always there early, usually before I come in bleary-eyed at 8:05. The first day I met him he was in his "spot"...
Sometimes I think about heaven in terms of a wedding. That was a lie- I’m a hopeless romantic so I think of it a lot that way. Jesus must have some of that too, because he talked a lot about... Continue Reading →
