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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Looking Back I See
Thinking back again, to images in my past. Desperate situations, only You could grasp. I made a mess of things, peering at the edge. You always found a way, to keep me off the ledge. I didn't know it then, but looking back I see. Your grace was most abundant, in the love You have … Continue reading Looking Back I See
Finding God in the Little Things 