A New Year’s Letter to Wee Emory Wren
He settles the childless woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord (Psalm 113:9 NIV)! Dear Emory Wren, Here we are, at the close of another year. How ever can it be? Your second Christmas already, preparing for another trip around…
The Lord Is My Shepherd
“Momma, please come. I’m scared.” Those five words called out were a common theme when I was a girl of seven, too often breaking the silence of a sleeping household. And Momma would come, sit on the edge of my bed, and pray with me….
Prancer–Our Golden Receiver
“For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened” (Matthew 7:8 NIV). We have a dog, the second of this particular kind known by most as a Golden Retriever. We chose this breed…