Daring a Jubilant Heart


Sharing the kneeling pad with Grandma. I remember the smell of the palms, the stories of Jesus, the anticipation…


May I come here every morning…

Seeking your voice?

I’ve believed holy communion is earned

Through suffering

I’ve only dared ask through tears

Pleading for relief from pain

For understanding, for comfort

Never knowing you from contentment

Perhaps peaceful would be a welcome change

A morning greeting of joy, hope, trust and gratitude

Daring a jubilant heart

A soul filled with the awe of the sunrise

The magnificence of the sky

Welcoming a new day

In the name of Love

It has begun…

This, the Sunday of the Palms…

In loving memory of my grandma, Doris Krummel Wachal.