Tears coursed down her cheeks as she told me the story. Many years had passed, but the memory was as fresh as today. Her Mother had fought valiantly against the cancer that consumed her body, but it was clear the battle was nearly over. She lay on a hospital bed…
Read moreI call this little country road my “Happy Place.” I love the aging live oaks and the green pastures stretching to the horizon. When this little flock wanders into view, I feel an inexplicable peace fill my heart. They graze, heads bent to the rich sod, without worry or fear.…
Read moreToday marks the beginning of Holy Week – walking, in remembrance, with Jesus as He journeyed to the cross and redemption. We know the way. It will take us, with Him, through deep sorrow and unimaginable suffering. We cannot help but long to rush ahead to the part where unspeakable…
Read more“To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 All through the winter months, through wind and cold and a rare snow storm, the Live Oaks stood strong. While others trees around them rose stark and bare against the winter sky, they flourished –…
Read moreIn my dream I am running the race – strides even and strong – going forward with strength and purpose. Then it happens; I stumble and fall taking myself out of the race to sit miserably on the sidelines. I am not a literal runner. A brisk walk is much…
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