Little Man. Big Tree. Part II

The crowd that had been following Yeshua into the city, hoping to witness something extraordinary, watched Him walk straight past all of them and into the house of the one person in Jericho nobody would have chosen.

Restored

My husband bought an old, dilapidated hoosier.  When Burt brought it home, I raised my eyebrows in wonderment.   The wood looked like it had been starved of oil for a half century, the latches sported deep-seated rust, and the work surface displayed dents, pits and more rust.  A pathetic example of what was formerly a farm woman’s pride and joy as well as the essential cupboard in her kitchen.  “What was he thinking?”  “I’m going to restore it good as new, ” Burt announced.  “Well, I hope,” he muttered under his breath. I looked at him and gave him a Read More