Tag Archive | sweet

Prodigal Son III: Love

Love The father stood outside the door In day’s last reaching shadow. The fig tree just beyond was more than tired, drooping low. All he had been praying for had still not come to pass, and there was no way to ignore his son did not have long to last. Then a servant cried out, […]

Break

What we lost we left the Garden…

early morning grace

Sorry I was such a prickly pear this morning.

I’ve heard this is the best time of my life.

Rethinking life…again. Remembering to rest.

My Delight

From a time when I was seeing God’s hand on, in, and through everything, and reveling in it.