Sunday Morning Verse
Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
The Winter of our Soul
The Winter of our Soul.
The Winter of our Soul
Quietly she walks in and we don’t notice at first. She seems like just a breath of air and no one notices where it comes from. The flowers take notice of her and dress in their very best. They dance in the rain rejoicing at her arrival. As spring comes out of her...
The Everyday Intersection
And when He saw the multitudes, He went up on the mountain; and after he sat down, His disciples came to Him. Matthew 5:1 He walks up the hill and sits on the ground. He who owns it all, who has a throne, sits on a hill, on the ground. He doesn’t go to a temple or...
My First Born
It is very warm for a day in February, even for South Alabama standards. I have been married for about two and a half years and today is the due date of our first child. My hands have become too swollen to wear my rings, and I’ve been trying to ignore Braxton Hicks...
Sunday Morning Verse
Joining
Just Beyond The Water’s Edge
We stand at the water's edge and watch the geese slowly glide from sight. This is real life. "I have something I want you to write for me." "Okay, what is it?" "My Obituary." ~Silence~ "okay" We begin to walk the circumference of the water's edge. A picture thought...
The Travel Van
Back when my daughter, Catherine, was eight we had a travel van. It was state of the art, with an overhead TV and VCR player, a CB radio, leather interior and wall-to-wall carpet. It was nice and roomy and top of the line in those days. On this day I pick...
Let Us Shigionoth!
Let Us Shigionoth!.
Let Us Shigionoth!
Sometimes it can be so difficult to write. I look for inspiration in the world around me. In little things a friend says or hearing the laughter of a stranger in the store. There is so much in my heart to say, and yet it doesn't gel into a clear story to tell, or a...
Sunday Morning Verse
" The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17 NIV)
Her Name is Tender
Tender is not always my companion. She slows me down and keeps me from being able to place another check mark on my to do-list. Tender sees people more than the task and stops to say "Hello, How are You?" then she listens to their reply. Accomplishment and I team up...
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