Category: His World

Walk On

On our recent trip to D.C., Bill bought me a new pair of shoes. Black ones — simple, beautiful.  In them, I walked.  I walked the spacious grounds of Mount Vernon — strolling in my shoes where George and Martha Washington once walked in theirs….

March On!

Yesterday I protested, though I held no sign. I didn’t shout, though I communicated emphatically. I looked in the mirror first thing in the morning and heard an incriminating voice, “You’re a NASTY woman,” but I combated it with truth — claiming instead “And I…

Free to Fly!

If the Son has set you free, you are free indeed. (John 8:36) Overnight, the temperatures had dropped. I awoke to frost on the ground — a good morning for a fire, I’d thought. But the morning slipped away, and the idea was soon forgotten….