Single-Handed Theology: The Piper in the Striped Pajamas
Little boy blue, come play your pipe –Enchanting with every stepand sound from your lips.You pull me out of bed by your tousled head,catch my eye wi...
Category: beauty
The Blessed Thorn
Where would I be without this thorn in my flesh? Resting on plastic laurels of pride and vainglory. This thorn – it keeps me near His crown. It pricks me ...
The Slow Awakening
The clouds are blushing for the sun this morning in anticipation of his arrival: golden pinks and purple with a lavender secret, fresh scrubbed fleece and the f...
Choosing Light
What happens when you decide to choose joy, and your week starts off horribly wrong? Somehow I manage to wake up more tired than when I went to bed. There’s no ...