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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”

Garden Living

Behind my eyes, I can see a bench in the midst of the most beautiful flowers and ornate grasses that anyone has ever seen. There’s no gate at the stony, arched entrance, because the path is always open. My steps hasten as I see Him there. This secret place is a garden I’ve grown inContinue reading “Garden Living”