Waiting and watching, the rising and setting sun. Realizing dawn breaks, the nights lonely grip. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Healing in…
I have sent out my most recent newsletter just today and it can be viewed here. It is…
searching for dirt paths just past the pavements bend to wash my soul clean ~Mark Schutter ©2015
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the field. Every turkey was scurrying, unwilling to stop and…
POV: Grief is hard and can often incline us to hold a grudge against God when someone dies…
