Bootprints in the Sand
I had a dream. No doubt caused by a glass or two too much wine. Please . . . let that be the well-spring of my dream. I was at the beach. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and I was the only soul around as far as you could see. A gentle breeze...
Everyone But You
I’m not a Christian. But I was one, long ago, and for much of my adult life. A true believer was I, and I mean that sincerely. I even attended and graduated from a small, evangelical (read: Fundamentalist) college way back when. Mind you, I wasn’t raised that way. (Although my dear grandmother tucked...
