On a drive between two small towns on the western slope of Colorado, I stopped and snapped a picture of some sunflowers overlooking a beautiful, expansive view. When I got home and enlarged the photo on my computer, I noticed telephone lines right across my “work of art”. I looked at it again, today, and words started popping into my head about how artists … The rest of the story…
The Old House The old house talks to no one, And no one pays attention. It tells the story of its life… The sad parts get no mention. It once had shining windows And cedar, wooden shingles. And folks who lived inside its walls Would sing their Christmas jingles. Well, now the wind and sunshine Have withered all the siding. The floors, inside, have fallen through. … The rest of the story…
Reason For The Hope Within
Do you have hope? I do. But not for cliché things like “world peace” or “random acts of kindness” or how we can all “coexist”. No, my hope is for the Creator God of the universe to one day return to earth and put an end to our human selfishness and stupidity. This hope flows to and from my soul and spirit, and the reason … The rest of the story…