It’s Easter morning and I feel disconnected from myself and from my Savior. Perhaps rushing has taken its toll; there never seems to be enough time to get everything done that I need to do.
Call it modern living or just a disorganized creative eclectic, but this is my reality—one that discourages pensive pondering and a worshipful presence.
But then I remember what day this is, and because it is Easter morning, hope flutters in my heart like a tiny sparrow testing new wings. READ THE ENTIRE POST…
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