The Hiding Place

The Hiding Place. That’s what I used to call my time alone with my thoughts, the place where I’d go and talk with God. It was a place I’d go […]

The Old Brick Church

I remember it warmly, those days of my youth,When troubles felt lighter, when worries were few. The upright piano, that played out of tune,Yet the songs that it played brought […]

Filling In Holes

Driving home today I passed a construction crew patching pot holes in the road. Some of these holes I’ve probably driven around more times than I can count. Holes that, […]