Holes

Temperatures in my neck of the woods have finally dropped low enough to think about sitting outside on the porch for breakfast or quiet time. The patio table has sported its pretty cover all summer long undisturbed, collecting fine dirt and dust, the accumulation of six months of lawn mowing, Read more…

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…