Stephanie Weller Hanson

“It is sometimes given to us, this lovely emptiness, and then the Holy Spirit can fill it . . . .”   Madeleine L’Engle . . . and it happens, too, when words upon the printed page fall into place, and fit the moment and the heart and, by undivided Grace, what lies within, what lies . . . . Continue Reading »

Like the imprintof my two thumbs in clay,so you appear, my Lord,by what you leave behind.Disguisedin the tracery of fingerprint,the whorls a worldof delicate, true lines,you are revealed.You mark me deeper still,that imprint, too, indelible.You sayyou’d know me anywhereby that . . . . Continue Reading »