Come, Holy Spirit

By miriamjonesbradley_jd26km

I was sitting at the piano this evening, singing my way through a song book. I came to this song. It’s not my usual style but every time I sing it I am grabbed with…

Like No Other Place

By miriamjonesbradley_jd26km

A few days before he died, I sat by Grandpa Jones’ bed in the nursing home. He fiddled with the blankets, frustrated that his life was nearing an end. He wanted to be home. He…