Years ago I wrote a poem about a little log house in the country that felt magical- that was my Grandmommy's house. Growing up, it was one of my favorite places to go. Not because the house itself was all that special, although it was to us, but because of the way I felt when… Continue reading The Magic Log House- My Grandmommy’s Legacy
Clothed in His glory, Moved by His Spirit
Wildflowers in the Wind 