That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
National Parks turns 101 today and they are beautiful! Thanks Pres. Roosevelt and nicely done, God.
There is nothing new under the sun. I knew better. It's my fault.
Obedient! This I what I was in order to write the book.
I stopped and listened. Tell the story, He said again. My story, His story, the journey to becoming that which He created me to be - His beloved child.
It is my outlet to be creatively succinct.
Think short, think concise, think condensed. What is your theme?