Where to Look When You Can't Find God

Time has been a gracious friend to my grandmother. Generous and forgiving, it has given her much and asked for little in return.  Her age is nothing more to her than an adornment, and she wears it like a strand of family heirloom pearls, with the grace and charm of the true Southern lady that she is.  The passing of time has served only to make her more beautiful, and she has become the irreplaceable jewel of our family . . .

I'm honored to be sharing this little piece of my heart with the lovely readers over at (in)courage today!  To read the entire post, please click here.