Easter – Sarah Dixon Young

Parable of Grace

Soiling Your hands with my formation muddy rivulets stained Your arms of creation, and lifeless mud I would’ve remained but You breathed new life and called my name. * You knew the cost when this mud would say, “I’ll be the master, though I am but clay.” You knew even then how Your words wouldContinue reading “Parable of Grace”

Keep Watching

Jesus was dead. All was darkness. The greatest surprise I ever experienced happened in the dark. My father and I were sitting on a boat in the ocean. We were far enough from land that we couldn’t see any light, and both of us were gazing toward the eastern horizon. Thousands of miles away layContinue reading “Keep Watching”