I looked at the jacket. If I took it, I’d just hang it in a closet at the nursing home. It would sit in the dark, smelling of mothballs until I died. Then Sarah would donate it right back to the same rack. History dies when you lock it away.
Category: healing
Heads in the Sand
With the seemingly out-of-control darkness swirling around us, and the threat to our very freedom to mention God, or to offer to pray for and with another sojourner, just think what may happen if we take our heads out of the sand. What if we wake up?
Deadly Infiltrators
Another deadly infiltrator is Creeping Charlie! What a scoundrel. He hides behind a facade of green and slithers through the grass unnoticed until it thinks it has earned
squatters rights for taking up residence far too long.