

His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology. Morning’s GRACE Brightly shines Into the dark Of my heart…
I see a duck on a hot asphalt lake His story moves in the shimmering heat As summertime…
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. …
Knowing that, God willing, no matter the circumstances, I will always be a daddy to my little girl;…
Patiently we wait through the cold. Some days better than others. The snows a blanket of white. Waiting…
Recalling the adventurous hike my daughter and I did this past summer to High Rock Lookout just outside…