Words of Light: Grace & Truth for Your Journey Home
Back when I was small
And the black suits were tall,
There were services that went on too long,
First one man would preach
And another would teach
Then the people sang melancholy songs,
While black suits would bear
With quiet, solemn care
Bread and juice up aisle and down.
In December, I went with my school choir to sing in a woman’s correctional facility. We entered the red brick building, surrendered our licenses, got stamped, and walked through the metal detector. From there we were taken from one locked room to another and… Continue Reading “Home”
I am told that this whole “word of the year” thing was fashionable a few years ago and is on it’s way out. I inwardly rebel to what is fashionable, but somehow last year, a word came to me for 2018, and I took… Continue Reading “Why My Word for this Year is FEAR”
Brown paper packages tied up with string (and any other packages for that matter) Being original Vanilla ice cream Joining random words together into a clever hidden train Conversations with people in which we speak emphatically and totally understand each other Sour dough starter… Continue Reading “Things I Like”
Because we are all broken and in need of the Father’s love.
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