The long-fingered rays of the warm evening sun brushed her cheeks with the warm kisses in the quietness of the country evening. She strode along the edge of the woods, seeking calmness. The fragrance of the crushed, ripe, summer grass…
I often wonder while living my life ~ this ordinary life ~ do I, or even can I, fully worship, love, and obey in truth my God and Father, the One who dwells on a plane I can’t with the…
Was it the heavy breeze of midnight that beckoned so sweetly Perhaps the moon flickering signals through fresh green boughs. Ah, it was a clarion call, high-toned sound of brass weeping in awe Enticing my adventurous soul once again to…
The rain as it falls on a hot pavement, fresh cut grass, and the pages of a new book opened for the first time. These are my youngest granddaughter’s favorite smells, fragrances. She had just listed them for me as…
Mark 1:35 Very early the next morning Jesus got up and went to a place where He could be alone and pray. (CEV) I long to be like Jesus and to grow in my prayer life. Personal prayer is such a…