When Prayers Waft Through My Garden Bed
A bit of ground had beckoned once; Softened, sandy-colored soil; Rooted deeply, wherein Choice and Chance diminished symmetry, Yet offered…
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A bit of ground had beckoned once; Softened, sandy-colored soil; Rooted deeply, wherein Choice and Chance diminished symmetry, Yet offered…
When weakened by dismay, Lord, remind me that You care. Restore in me a thankful heart. Cajole me into…
I was reminded of Mom, who continued to stand for older people on the bus or in the doctor’s office;…
Like every child in junior high, all my mother had to do was walk in a room and I experienced…
Mom and Dad brought a common heritage to their first and only new home on Rubberneck Avenue. Our table had…
Mom was a stickler for being on time. She’d managed with a couple of alarm clocks, a watch and a…
It was a simple task, but too tempting to refuse. I’d come home early enough that Monday evening and decided,…
In high school, I was somewhat of a wallflower, afraid to take any steps forward or, perish the thought, step…
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