Carefully craft it each day, with the patience of a construction worker for the bridge between Earth and Mars. Make it piece by piece, with pinpoint eyes and the meticulousness of a surgeon knittin
“You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with richness.” (Psalm 65:11) My vegetable garden is not that large – four by eight – and I pack too much into it with a “survival of
I, John, rocked by the Spirit of God before I ever saw the light of day-- womb-water, heartbeat, whispering, then, blast. God's Spirit. God in His body. His mother. I, rocked, rearranged. We were boys
Comments