Ross’ Ruminations

I’ve been looking back over this old blog site, originally titled “Ross’ Ruminations,” and here I am…a 220 Gal, still ruminating. What an interesting thing it is to have this trail of memories, dreams, promises, and testimonies, like a smattering of breadcrumbs that others can follow. It’s a winding, messy, highly imperfect path, but byContinue reading “Ross’ Ruminations”

Momma’s Hands

I remember when my momma’s hands stopped working—those perfectly moisturized hands that intimately knew the aches and pains of manual labor. Those firm yet gentle hands gripping mine, season after season, giving me the stability I needed to stand and eventually walk through this life. The hands that would whoop my butt when I neededContinue reading “Momma’s Hands”