The hours of this day stretch out before me Like sheets on a clothesline. I know I need to take them And fold them, Arrange them neatly, That they might fulfill their purpose. But I am mesmerized by their gentle movement in the breeze, By the white morning sun’s shimmering glow on them as they… [Read More]
Holy Naps
When I go to sleep, I take time, after I get comfortable, to let myself be loved and to feel that God surrounds and fills me with His loving, protective presence. Early in my young widowhood, I used to make it a habit to say, as I sank into my bed, “Into Your hands, I… [Read More]
