I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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The pebble sinks leaving ripples behind, Ripples that will soon be gone. The Titanic sinks never to sail again; Stock markets sink to someone’s sorrow; Hearts sink hearing news of disaster; The sun also sinks … Continue reading
Sunday, March 24, 1968. “clear, nice day – Jones & Holmes came home with us – Jimmy & Ta came out” My mom was not Creator of days (M’s challenge for today) but she was the one who “created” this … Continue reading