Darkness is our enemy when it comes out of order and unexpected. A power outage that wipes out electricity and our quick access to light makes us feel helpless and vulnerable. We arm ourselves with flashlights and candles and wait for the light to come back on. This is the picture of Saturday’s vigil following Friday’s crucifixion. People went back home, lost in a new darkness they had not expected. The hope who walked among them, healed and taught, stood up to Jewish lea

It’s been two years since Lisa left her broken body to make her journey home. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish for one more hug, one more giggle, one more “Oh, Mom!” But I know I would never be satisfied with just one more. Grief still follows me, but it does not fill me. I join countless others caught unprepared for this journey. Acceptance is not as word I use. Perhaps adapting tinged with bursts of discovery is a better fit. I have learned that motherhood was more a

I have a tear bottle. It is fragile, small, long-necked, and vulnerable. My friend, John Haines, of many missionary travels, gave it to me. I use it to remind me of the scripture “You have collected all my tears in your bottle. (Psalm 58:6) Can you even imagine the tear storage system God needs to catalog, preserve, and warehouse our tears? I can’t. While I have never collected my own tears, the tear bottle is simple reminder of the greater truth that God knows every gri