Most times before a meal, I stop and give thanks to God. After so many years and so many meals, this ritual has become something done without much thought. Yet, still, a tradition that, if left out, guilt temporarily sets in. I began to ponder the purpose of the mealtime…
Psalm 8 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and…
You are the first thought of my day. How quickly You fade into the background, covered over by my busyness. I struggle to hold Your hand and walk with You as the day grows, time attacks me, I grapple to regain my hold. I can find no rest from this…
