I have decided I”m one of those people who think that a day is much more than twenty-four hours. I mean I must think that
Sometimes it isn’t people that bring us comfort. It’s an object, a thing. If you’re wondering what I’m talking about, read on. It’s a bittersweet story.
We had quite a weekend from visiting the past and meeting up again with my very first boyfriend (fifth grade) and a storm that ripped through our yards taking down a number of trees. Read on….
Sometimes we are to hard on ourselves. We can’t pray as usual so we feel so guilty, we don’t pray at all.
But there are creative ways to pray and connect with God.
Have you ever examined your beliefs?
Are you afraid to? Are you worried God will be offended?