by Diane W. Bailey | Jul 2, 2012 | Uncategorized
Gently creeks the floor, as feet bed bare touches it boards making their way to the kitchen. Coffee black and hot as the mid-summer’s early morning awaits the early riser. And pages bound in leather begin to swoosh as they turn. Morning devotion has begun. A Psalm is...
by Diane W. Bailey | Mar 27, 2012 | Diane's Posts
The wind began blowing hard, tossing waves onto the beach like beanbags in a children’s game as my husband Doc and I walked to a nearby store A cloud bank blocked the setting sun – a storm was on its way in. But we were confident we could make it to the store...
