Category: His World

The Lesson of Leaves

We’d waited… And waited. Then, just like that–the pop of western North Carolina color. Suddenly, the mountains were awash in watercolor beauty. We walked–talking some, laughing. Mostly, the sound of leaves under our feet was heard, and we enjoyed the beauty above us that we…

DUST

“… for He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust” (Psalm 103:14—NIV). With the recent passing of my husband Bill’s grandmother Ruby Farley at the age of ninety, we’re reminded that each of us—no matter how sweet, successful, happy or seemingly…