Against the Wind . . .

. . . I’m older now but not Bob Seger Okay . . . you are going to have to forgive me here. I know that we are all in different times and seasons of our lives but I am wired today. It’s not coffee. I am sitting at the kitchen table trying to get a message for...

The Sunday Before Christmas

Twas the Sunday before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except perhaps a mouse The songs were sung by the choir with care, In hopes that the blessing soon would be there The children were settled while the young pastor read With slight...