The Empty Nest
My nest is empty, so I talk to myself.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Death and Life
As we in the choir stood, faced the congregation and began to sing "I Will Rise," my eyes fell upon Mrs. Cowand, widowed just six days earlier, holding her great-grandson.
God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment