I glance around one Sunday morning as we sing… Here we are in your presence, Lifting holy hands to You, Here we are praising Jesus, For...

Ordinary things become beautiful when the sun touches them. Take for  example  hay. No, normally it's not very pretty; quite itchy ac...

 I remember that day, not much bigger then a doll, he spun her round on his neck. It seems I blink and the image r...

I wake to a blanket of white crystals. I marvel at the beauty of it, shimmering in the sun’s first light.   I’m reminded of long ago when th...

“ Castle building ” that’s what Fenelon calls it.  You’re living in a log cabin, but you’re building a castle in your mind. It is dangero...