That is Him

T he sparrows flit around chirping sounds just like they do at home.  They speak the same language in Israel as they do in Alabama. Jumping from tree to tree, hoping along the ground.  A warm breeze blows, and the fragrance of tilled earth and cut grass fills my...

Worship

Music begins to play, and my spirit hears worship. I close my eyes and hum softly. Baby Girl hears as well. She puts down her toy and crawls to where the music is coming out of the computer. Pulling up to stand, she listens. I am suddenly aware of her presence. She...

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,...

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