“Every sin is vertical …” Paul David Tripp To sin, I can RE-LATE Born rebel that I am. … Read more In the Land of Re- Poem #1

“Every sin is vertical …” Paul David Tripp To sin, I can RE-LATE Born rebel that I am. … Read more In the Land of Re- Poem #1
The Potter’s Mug “Now in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver but also of… Read more The Potter’s Mug
Today is Saturday, 5.November.2022. Lately, this is what I have done: walked around and declared the day and date. I… Read more Just Push Play
When cicadas sing, I sing along One word: Summer, Summer. Summerrrrrr. At the edge of the garden is where I… Read more When Cicadas Sing
Who One little word. Five little minutes. Why, then, am I intimidated by the word and the time? Probably because… Read more #FMF – Who