last light . . .
Last light of evening filters through our backyard tree branches . . . muted orange rays emanating from the waning, …
Last light of evening filters through our backyard tree branches . . . muted orange rays emanating from the waning, …
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on your side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain; In every …
Sounds of late spring are noisy today . . . Powerful south winds are tossing large branches to and fro across the top of our magnificent …
My days – filled. My conversations – rich. My moments – mixed. Some moments find me running head long into …
Words are inadequate yet I must try . . . A symphony being written. Cardinals chirping. Three fledglings coming and going …
George W Truett Theological Seminary on the campus of Baylor University holds a very special place in my heart. Could …
Spring, though slow to come this year, is finally here. Where I live, spring’s arrival is marked by shimmering green leaves, …
Watching a TV special on North America, I heard something that seemed profound. And yes, I turn on most anything …
The leaves of our enormous pecan tree whisper peace as breezes caress them. Birds sing joy and goodness as they …
Cows. Yes, I said cows. Sleek, fat black cows caught my eye as I drove toward the home of a …