Celebrating the Years

I’ve never been good at celebrating myself. I’m not sure why, really, but birthdays have always been… Awkward. Why is that? Even when it wasn’t about my age, I never liked the attention that a birthday brings. While I should be thankful for another year–another day to be alive, I focus instead on the awkwardness…

Removing the Veil

The door opens slowly as the anxious groom sees his bride-to-be adorned in her white wedding gown for the first time. A classic moment. Everyone stands, and most eyes are on the bride entering the room, but mine are on the groom. Anxious to see his first reaction, I am unaware of the eyes assessing…

Walking in Sunlight

Hymns are a part of my story.  I can remember songs from my past where I don’t remember many sermons.  I can still remember songs from my childhood that I know I haven’t sung for decades, but the words still come… Walking in sunlight all of my journey, over the mountains, through the deep vale;…