Grace Notes:: It Rains Down

I make my way to my chair in the early morning when the house is dark with quiet.  I cradle my cup of Starbucks with both hands and settle under the blanket for warmth.  Slowly waking, I lean back and sink into our time together.  He is already there waiting for me....

May Grace Be Spoken Here

flickr photo by rachelcaitlin Words. In a house of 4 girls, one mama, and a very patient man, we have more words than Webster. We have giggle words. We have crying words. We have teaching words. Oh, and drama words, yes we have them, too. But one question has me...