My river is weeping gaudy tears upon the worn sand banks, rutted with the heartbreak from a thousand days of rivulets, formed by the ruthless backwash of a spring ill spent. Tomorrow promises floods renewed and torrents of mindless splashing…
written by JoAnn Crane A caring friend once sent me a note with this saying: “Friends in life are like the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, and sometimes you lean on them. But most often it…
Matthew 21: 1~11 As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying to them, “Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there,…
Change is not my friend. I wish I could say I handle the changes in this life with the grace of royalty, but even though the Bible says that I am a member of the royal priesthood, there is nothing…
We’re taking a little detour now through some less-traveled territory. Anyone who has hiked with me knows that I have an insatiable desire to see what is over the next hill—especially when I know what is coming up ahead. While…