Loving Can Be Hard. Sometimes We Don't

I Grew Up Hearing Words Like Snakeroot, Sassafras, Mullein - Things That Had Wondrous, Mysterious Sounds In Their Names.

Cynthia Came In Quietly And Set A Cup Of Tea Before Him. He Kissed Her Hand, Inexpressibly Grateful, And She Went Back Into The Kitchen. When We View The Little Things With Thanksgiving, Even They Become Big Things.

My Life Is Extremely Full And Wretchedly Busy, And I Feel That While My Life Drains Energy From My Work, My Work In Turn Drains Energy From My Life. The Result Is, I Am Always Playing Catch-up Spiritually. That Is My Thorn.

The Standing Fields [ready To Harvest]were The Legions Who Hadn't Filled Their God-vacuum With The One Who Was Born To Fill It; The Standing Fields Were Those Who Waited For Someone To Reach Out And Speak The Truth, And Tell Them How They Might Be Saved.

Well, I Think Some People Are Very Happy In Retirement. And In A Year And A Half I'm Going To See How Happy I Feel In Retirement. I'm Just Going To Not Work Quite So Hard, But I'll Continue To Write As Long As God Gives Me Breath.