The Power of the Cross
It was late in the afternoon because the sun was just barely beaming in through the windows while placing subtle streaks of light across the hardwood floors in our guest room. Rip was out of town on a hunting trip and I was able to be alone in the house…
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Another Lovely Day
When I wake up now, I realize that my Saturday and Sunday mornings of sitting out in my swing, surrounded by all our green flourishing trees and plants, is soon to be on a “seasonal hold.” Once it’s too cold to sit outside and watch the sunrise, I’ll be inside…
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