One of Daddy's favorite songs: "I place my hand in the nail-scarred hand." On this first Easter without him, I remember him and his solid faith.

Sometimes I’m at a loss for words–like at Easter when my mind overloads trying to digest the significance of it all.

That’s when I’m glad for thinkers whose minds have gone on before me.  C. S. Lewis is one of those thinkers.

I leave my readers with a link to help them think.