Envision woodlands. Smell the pine trees and slow dying leaves. Listen for sounds of birds. I hear an owl in the distance and a woodpecker nearby. Birds…… Read more “Woodland Harmony”
Born of sand turned to flesh and bone,
man, woman, child, old, newborn alike.
Rain falls as my solitude
reigning down Your Grace.
Sunday is holiness when Midnight strikes the clock Few share early Sabbath with prayerful gratitude. The Lord longs for you during this lonely time. Your God welcomes…… Read more “Early Sabbath”
The woman struggles to get up.