This morning as I was in my space, in my quiet time, I picked up my mother’s journal and found this entry; Precious Jewels “Angie, You...

It is of the Lord‘s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy...

As I sat across the glass today looking into the eyes of my oldest son,holding a cold telephone, I experienced a bittersweet...