I took my dog for a walk this morning, noting the silver slug trails scribbled across the sidewalk. The light of dawn made them shimmer and become almost beautiful. For the first time in several weeks, I felt inspired to sit down and write. The flowers in the South are in full bloom, knockout roses … More Endings and beginnings.
You may not consider this a “joyful” post, but bear with me. I believe what I have to say is important for us to understand. Over the past few weeks I have been working my way through the Bible with the intent of reading it cover to cover by the end of summer. Yesterday I … More Self-imposed Misery
“Mama, what does ‘the ninth hour’ mean?” My daughter is good at throwing random questions at me, out of nowhere, when I am driving. “You mean when Jesus died?” She nodded. So, I explained how he hung on the cross for three hours, from the sixth hour to the ninth hour (which is three in … More The Ninth Hour