Sunrise January 2 Bare branches pierce the sky Often January is thought of as drab and colorless. The deciduous trees have dropped most of their leaves and their bare branches pierce the sky. The grasses are brown and tumbled. And for some of you, there's probably white snow on the ground. Super [...]
I've been feeling a bit melancholic the past week or so. Part of the melancholy is that summer is waning.
We have to face snakes and fears and then ask that wise question: “Is it real?” If so, we face it with a friend or husband—or loving Savior, Jesus. And if it isn’t real, go on from there and trash the rubber snake—fear. And briskly wipe our hands and go on from there.
