A Wisp of Fog, Fleeting Shadows
I see the sun beginning to pink the sky. I'm going to enjoy it--and thank God for life itself.
I see the sun beginning to pink the sky. I'm going to enjoy it--and thank God for life itself.
I sure do miss my mama. I'd love to call her up and chat about my day.
Some people think Friday the 13th is an unlucky day but for me, that isn’t true.
I couldn't face life I didn't have the hope of that promise.
No one invites death. Or change. Strangeness. Or hard times. But they come to all of us. When they come, how will those changes leave you?
Sometimes God works in ways least expected. The following is a true story. I was jilted. There. I said it. Just five weeks before our wedding, I got the phone call that ended our relationship. He said, “It’s over. I can’t marry you. I just don’t think I can say the vows.” My stomach [...]
It is good to travel, but also good to be home.
It was exactly as I remembered it. New memories, old ones to treasure.
Traveling is lots of fun, but the getting there is sometimes not as easy.
We don't know our country's future. I don't know what's ahead in my life and neither do you. But we know who we can trust in our precarious times that have always been precarious.