Carried by the Tide

Sometimes, in the stillness between sorrow and surrender, heaven comes quietly into view. Since Friday night, my heart has not been quiet. Three hymns have played on a loop in my mind—not from a speaker or a playlist, but from some place deeper. Like echoes of comfort trying to reach me across the distance of grief I’m only just beginning to feel. How Great Thou Art. It found me in the clearing skies. In the bells that rang when the world was briefly still. In the moments whe

Grace in the storm — fragile yet unbroken, the flamingo stands as light rises through the rain. No longer bowed, the neck lifts, eyes...