Familiar Joy

Childhood is wet cement. It hardens through the years and lingers as indelible memories in some remote place waiting to be rediscovered.  The molded  impression a thing makes on you as a youngster remains intact after cobwebs fill the corners and fade the details with the passage of time. When you rediscover it and touch it with wonder…

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Truth in the Streets

Justice is turned back, And righteousness stands far away; For truth has stumbled in the street, And uprightness cannot enter. Isaiah 59:14 NASB Last month, our family took a trip to visit my husband’s parents in the mountains of Northeast Georgia. I had bought Mark a GPS as a Christmas…

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