Treasures in His Bottle

Sitting in Nashville International Airport, the strains of an acoustic guitarist crooning the sweet melodies of my college days mix with the urgent advice of diligent gate agents and the innumerable half-conversations around me, I am overwhelmed by the abundance of God’s mercy toward me. The last few days have Read more…

Looking for peace

Sitting on the back porch, enjoying the unseasonably cool weather . . . trying to find peace. There are more things on my “to do” list than I can possibly get done! Guests coming to sleep in a guest room with no flooring and missing woodwork . . . a Read more…