Tell me your Story

Tell me your Story

Don’t throw your arms around me in that way: I know what you tell me is the truth – yes I suppose I loved you in my youth as boys do love their mothers, so they say, but all that’s gone from me this many a day: I am a merciless cactus an uncouth wild...
A flash of rare delight

A flash of rare delight

Though I believe the resurrection truth, that good triumphant in the  end is known. Yet all of life seems twisted so by grief that  joy and sorrow have together grown. So to  endure is all that I can give. Enjoyment is a flash of rare delight. While only Christ...