Seeking to be CONTENT in all things, JOYFUL in HOPE, PATIENT in affliction.
A tuft of fog is suspended just above. Cotton batting I could almost touch. Now it moves like a flock of grey sheep quietly relocating from one field to another. I am endlessly fascinated by fog. It possesses its own particular beauty. Sometimes, it blots out, but often softens and blurs, the landscape. It creates …
One thing I learned from my mother was an appreciation of natural beauty. She couldn’t get enough of God’s creation. She would inevitably drag home pieces of driftwood from the beach, admiring the twists and textures unique to each one. My dad was so patient! And I seem to have inherited her penchant for picking …
SMALL MOMENTS FULL OF GRACE 