She was once discarded, sitting quietly at the curb, waiting for her story to end. I asked if I could have her, and before long, she found herself in a new home.For a season, she served as little more than a catch-all—a place where odds and ends gathered without much purpose. But in time, her … Continue reading The Little Black Desk
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Old and Forgotten
I walk into the nursing home, this is what I see. Sweet expectant faces, looking back at me. I take a seat and listen, to what they have so say. So eager for attention, from another lonely day. The outside may be shriveled, most of them can't walk. They're minds remember everything, they love to … Continue reading Old and Forgotten
Finding God in the Little Things 