A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this morning… How A Thought Thinks By Kay Ryan A thought is dumb, without eyes, ears,…
Sending warmest wishes for Easter, Bacon friends, and a song… “How Deep The Father’s Love For Us” by Stuart Townend How deep the Father’s love for us, How vast beyond all measure, That He should give His only Son To…
There are simply no words. Or rather – I haven’t found the right ones. Red and black ribbons have shown up on your mailboxes, in the colors of The Covenant School. They say to me “we grieve together.” They say…