He had the loving spirit of God right in his tiny little heart, and he was already captivating everyone around him. 

I’ve noticed a silence. A rhythm of sorts. A rhythm with God.

…any dark stone in my heart can transform into white stones of grace, compassion, forgiveness, and understanding. This transformation gives us hope. 

After a year of not gathering, I have to say, this felt like a homecoming.

New Life is showing itself in so many forms. Hope is there to see in the small things and the big.

Late flight

early morning

snow surrounding

winter gleaming

snow covered branches

The ugly, green Grinch's sinister plot to take down Christmas has come in the nasty form of a pandemic.

Sometimes I think I have a faulty heart. Not in terms of physically, but that it is weaker than others due to its sensitive nature. It tends to hurt a lot.

Recently, I just couldn't get my mind off of, red velvet cake! Yes, red velvet cake. Every morning for a week, I woke up thinking about a cake that was part of my childhood.