Tiny Note To My Children; Scars

My dears (* and reading friends). Today I failed myself emotionally, letting my feelings get too big. I may fail another day in the future. I hope not, but I don't dwell on what MIGHT happen. It is better to live in the day of attempts to commit myself to keep being better. The emotional... Continue Reading →

The low altars of prayer; keep going

When I was very young, the pews were the altar  as no one 'went forward to an altar'.  I remember holding onto my grandma when her face pressed against clasping hands. The sanctuary originally built in 1882 to my childhood was reminiscent interior of "little house on the prairie". Although it had been updated, expanded,... Continue Reading →

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