Summary: There is just something about setting here at the table, oil lamp lit, looking out the bay windows and enjoying the silence of the night, the flickering of the lamp as I write..
Summary: Write upon our hearts, Father, write upon our heart, let your words find rest in the soil of our hearts, that the seeds that you plant will come forth and will be words of life..
Summary: Sitting in my recliner the other night, looking out of the bay windows, watching some of the biggest, meanest looking dark clouds roll in. The wind blowing, thunder and lightening, what a show!
