He is waiting for you at the well
Once I gave my Dad a birthday card. On the front of the card was a group of prisoners surrounded by a fence low to the ankles. Behind them was a guard. A cardboard prop. The words on the sign said, "Moron Maximum Security Penitentiary." When you opened it read. "It's your birthday. Be Free!"… Continue reading The Voice That Whispers Be Free
for he breaks down gates of bronze and cuts through bars of iron. Psalm 107:16 NIV Hand in Hand She sits alone in the cold cell. Arms wrapped around her ankles. Legs pulled to her chest. Glancing to and fro at the dreary walls her eyes grow weary. The shadows, they blare out the memories… Continue reading Hand in Hand
Old Furniture I sit in the living room looking at my old furniture. I am semi-comfortable on my favorite couch. I say that because my back hurts when I get up, and I sink low when I sit in it. Still, I always find it familiar. It sits in my living room and brings me… Continue reading Cushions and Memories
Another Samaritan Woman 