“Get my feet on Holy Ground…”

Greetings Dear Reader,

I have written more than once about the way music plays in my head constantly. Often lines from songs or snippets of verse will pop into my brain when I am pondering a…

“The mountain tops are not as tall. The valleys seem to be getting small. Still a river runs deep inside me…”

Greetings Dear Reader,

It seems odd to close out writing about something so close to what I am intended to always be…

Imagine a fourteen hour car trip where no one speaks to each other…

Greetings Dear Reader,

It occurs to me that we do not get the idea of constant conversation with God. I am the first to admit that I have not…