Have you ever seen a stained glass window in the day time? They are not near as pretty as they are at night when the light shines through them. You can see where the metal was soldered together and the colors of the glass look dull in comparison as to when the light shines through … Continue reading A Light Within →

Have you ever heard the expression, "A wise old soul"? That was my mother. She was a wise old soul at eighty-three years old before she passed away. But I don't think our souls get old. I think our bodies get old and our souls stay young inside. Our brains may get Alzheimer's but our … Continue reading My Rock Upon The Rock →

This is a poem I wrote shortly after my son died, about grief.

Are you a planner or a worrier?