Who would have known a pillow would provide such comfort to my dying father? A pillow ensconced in a pillowcase I embroidered when I was about ten years old. Some of the threads are missing and need to be restitched but I could not help smiling when I saw it there this week perched up alongside his sweet face. He made sure every night before we tucked him in that we put that pillow on his left side.
Dying is laborious work. I take any pearls and smiles I can find in this journey.
a simple pear dessert
The pear harvest is now in full swing and I thought I would share this recipe with you. It is simple and it is delicious. Begin by s lici...
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This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfa...
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Romans 11:33-36 is one of the places in the Word that I automatically find myself in when I do not understand, but yet I know He is soverei...
