This morning, my eyes are drawn to the Paschal candle. A simple flame reminding me that darkness does not have the final word. You are risen. You are here. Let me carry Your light into whatever awaits me today.
This morning, my eyes are drawn to the Paschal candle. A simple flame reminding me that darkness does not have the final word. You are risen. You are here. Let me carry Your light into whatever awaits me today.
Join in the conversation