I saw it coming. Like you see a tornado coming…ominous and twisty, deadly and unwelcome, wreckage in the wake. Mother’s Day. From here, from the almost-end of this day, from the calm, I can’t see wreckage. There were moments of near tears, moments of chest-gripping, take-your-breath-away ache, but only moments. All of today was buffered by grace. Praying the Lord breathes life into you on this day that pours salt.. Read More