The Folly of Forgetfulness | A Prayer Series, Day IV
The dark horizon hides itself in the blackness of the sky. The world is concealed in…
The dark horizon hides itself in the blackness of the sky. The world is concealed in…
We have heard the whispered promise that You are still to come. And we, too, have…
The orations roll off our tongues with tradition and ease. We believe, we do. We believe. ……
As the weather cools and the snow start to rumble in the belly of mother earth, husband…
Saturday morning was slow. It was lazy. And comfortable. And familiar. This morning I felt the prodding…
Sunday morning has come and gone. We ate our fill, and were very proud we had…