By Kris Batchelder
here was no doubt—
God was present in that brilliant
moment that brought me to my knees, as
the sun and jagged "needle" peaks that define the valley finally broke through the clouds that had engulfed them for the first time during my wedding weekend in Chamonix, France. The meaning I made
from it was that God was answering my prayers
for a perfect marriage. And, I suppose God was, just not in the way I hoped…
T
Crashing from Cloud Nine...
My Fall
into Grace