A little prayer of gratitude for the morning
Early spring, gray sky lingered over the greening lawn and swaying evergreens that hugged the community center that Sunday. Visiting a newly planted church, I had already taught the children’s Sunday school, joined the morning worship, eaten a delicious potluck lunch, and played a… Continue Reading “In Scents of Time”
It’s Monday, February 20, 2017, Family Day Morning. I have plans to meet a friend for brunch, but for now, I’m having my devotions and trying to ignore that sometime today, I’ll know.
Perspective changes when tragedy strikes.
In which brainwashing is revealed, a control freak acknowledges that her best friend is too sick for her to heal, the Spirit drowns out the preacher, and eyes leak salt water.