My God Fights for Me

  I was just a shepherd boy without a shield, without a sword fed up by the giant’s voice screaming curses to the Lord I walked down that hill alone with a pocket full of river stones But what that Philistine couldn’t see Is what I had was more than…

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Weeping and Joy

Weeping and Joy

As I write this post, I am barely recognizable. Poison ivy is covering most of my face which is swollen, itchy, stinging, dark red, with weeping sores all over it. I spent much of the past two days researching treatment for poison ivy and kept coming across that word –…

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