On Palm Sunday, I stood beside my sweetheart and joined with other worshipers in singing of the death and resurrection of Jesus. We sang several songs, but one song, one phrase, has continued to echo in my heart.
It’s from Chris Tomlin’s I Will Rise:
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
“And the grave is overwhelmed…”
We know what it’s like to be overwhelmed. Life is messy and stuff happens—sickness, betrayal, loss, financial hardship, (and the list goes on). Sometimes it seems we can’t take one. More. Thing. Continue reading
Do we feel a tad squeamish when turning to the evening news? Do thoughts of what we’ll hear this time make our hearts tighten?
My Dear Country,
In the aftermath of the Orlando tragedies, there is a chaotic blur of sorrow, asking why, placing blame, and searching for answers.
Oh, how I love this time of year! God is rousing His creation, tuning His orchestra, showcasing bits of beauty—each in their own time. The Creator of all lifts His hands and the daffodils and Bradford pears burst to life, lifting their respective yellow and white-flowered praises for anyone who has an ear to listen.
Leigh Ann Thomas 