SARA'S SONGS

for anyone who has ever asked,"Where is God my Maker, who gives songs in the night?"

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On Miracles

I always think of Christmas as a time for miracles. I anticipate them, expecting that something wonderful just might happen, something...

Homecoming

Every time I phone home, Dad asks if I’m coming home tomorrow. I realize this is mostly the result of the trauma, but there is also...

Waiting for Christmas

For as long as I can remember, I have always loved Christmas. It’s not just the day itself, but the entire season. There is something...

Easter at the Bowl

It didn’t really feel like church.  It was more like The Church.  It was something special.  I suppose Easter by its very nature requires...

Saturday, the day after

Saturday The day after the hope of the world died and the hearts of the world broke and the Father cried And the disciples saw nothing,...