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”

Music to God’s Ears

I’m listening to classical piano. There are no words, just melodies that communicate the composer’s innermost feelings. These notes, as they dance across the air, connect with my heart and I feel the music beginning to express the state of my soul…rested and content, full of joy and hope. All without words, these expressions areContinue reading “Music to God’s Ears”

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”