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, …
Breathe, just breathe. Have you heard those words, maybe spoken them to someone caught up in fear, worry, anxiety, tragedy? Why …
My day began with the Lord. Worshipping. Praising. Seeking guidance and wisdom. Asking. Interceding. Reading His Word. Being still . . . …
Spring, though slow to come this year, is finally here. Where I live, spring’s arrival is marked by shimmering green leaves, …
It’s about time I returned to what I used to call, putting pen to paper, though now maybe that should be called, putting …
Just finished seeing pictures of the tear stained faces of precious children sitting in the red dirt of Uganda . …
Visiting our young grandson halfway across the country for the first time, he and I sat on the couch working …