Sunday morning… the face of my Sunday’s have changed. The rush to get up, get lunch prepared so that it could be on the table a few minutes after we … Continue reading My Sundays … they have changed
“Sunday Meeting time back home where I was born, what a happy time every Sunday morn, I remember well, the songs we used to sing, how we made the rafters … Continue reading *Sunday Meeting Time
You’re talking to a girl here who is running on fumes of strong coffee and snatched naps going on night number three, so ramble? I might! If you don’t know … Continue reading On Laying my Isaac down
Have Thine own way Lord, Have Thine own way, (Do you really mean that?) Thou art the potter I am the clay (are you calling me dirt?) Mold me and … Continue reading You want me to Do WHAT?