Anne Sullivan was Helen Keller’s beloved teacher and companion for 50 years. Upon Anne’s death in 1936, sorrowful Helen, wrote these endearing words about the one who had become her eyes, her ears, and her mouth: “My teacher is so near to me that I scarcely think of myself apart…
Read more“And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” II Cor. 2:18 (NIV) Here in Florida, it has been spring weather for a couple of weeks. Oh! How I love…
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…
Read morePs 42:4 4 These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng. (NIV) I usually can sense when someone is upset. Especially…
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The white sheer curtains moved gently in the early summer breeze, wooing the scent of gardenias in to fill her bedroom. Sitting in the oak rocker by the window was the frail frame of my Great-Grandmother. With eyes closed, she inhaled the fragrance, then like a sputtering engine, she let…
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