Every day with you is a gift not promised
A new morning mercy that breaks through night’s darkness
Continue readingEvery day with you is a gift not promised
A new morning mercy that breaks through night’s darkness
Continue readingYou know the love I have for You
And when I’m sinful and untrusting too
You know the things that I regret
How when You teach I soon forget
And yet You love
Continue readingMy thoughts so easily jumble
Joining my dreams like a pile of rubble
I tasted
I saw
I thought it was good
But the Giver is better
Continue readingI have stared at death three times. Once as a child looking at the face of another child. The first little baby I remember holding as a little girl and now my mother was holding me so I could look into her coffin. The second time was at the face of a precious little one whose eyes never saw earthly light. And the most recent time I looked death in the face was of a man whose long life suddenly felt short. Continue reading