This will be short. I know because I truly have few words. As I fixed my coffee this morning, the news was reporting on the devastation in Syria. I watched as workers sprayed water from hoses over the legs and bodies of chubby infants and toddlers on a wooden table while others stripped chemical laden…
I get a copy of the Voice of the Martyrs magazine every so often. This past month had an article about a young woman who needed a fast escape from a situation and her mom arranged a ride for her with some people she knew. Only it didn’t turn out like the mom would have…
So this morning I am finding myself singing the old John Denver song….Hey it’s Good to be Back Home Again..sometimes this old house feels like a long lost friend, so hey it’s good…to be back home again. And you can thank me later if those lines rattle around in your head. All. Day. I spent…