On Mourning, Reflections, and Eternal Grace

December 16 2014

I'm missing the funeral of a dear friend's daughter's father today because I couldn't get away from work. Picture me, dressed in black and gray, solemn. Ready to mourn in community-- but held captive by duty. Nonetheless, present.

Every day is a gift, wrapped in the most intricate of details.

Here's to you all, I'm grateful to have you in my immediate and extended community.

1 Cor 15:8-10

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