Finding God in Paris

Finding God in Paris

In the winter of 2001, my French-speaking daughter, Lauren, suggested she and I take a trip before she graduated college, went on a mission, got married and whatever else would follow. She had been to Europe during high school and longed to return to Paris.  Flights...
Chrysalis

Chrysalis

      Chrysalis  < read by Melody   Three days of white threads wound fine around around.   Three days of light shrouded linen fine white light woven.   Three days of . . .                Where hast thou laid him?   And she...