STEP ONE:
Romans 3:10 (NKJV)
“As it is written: There is none righteous, no, not one;”
Best-Kept Vacation Secret
Drumroll, please! And the winner is…Chincoteague, Virginia, home of the famous Misty of Chincoteague (a children’s book by Marguerite Henry).
Natural Musings
I adore the log cabin scene on my home page, and I picked it because it perfectly suits my personality. I could totally imagine myself retreating to it at various times, though I would spend far more time outside the cabin than in it. (Unless there were bears around. Which there probably would be. Bears live in the mountains. Not sure how I would handle the bears. But I digress.)
America’s New War
(This was written in 2001)
Hi guys,
Since the attack on our nation, on September 11th, my e-mail address has been flooded with commentaries, relating to the attack, which attempt to make some sense out of a terrifying, disastrous and, seemingly, senseless situation. Some of the commentary is wise, some of it spiritual, much of it patriotic…but most of it seems to be devoid of a truer and more complete understanding of what has happened to us as a people and what we can anticipate as our destiny.
Afternoon Delight
Hot and sultry afternoon
i float upon your sandy dune
taste salt spittle on my tongue
watch violet seashells drowse among
your peanut brittle shores.
Joy In Homeschooling
Hi! This is an outline of a talk I gave several years ago. I thought I would start my “Homeschool Corner” off with these notes since I think they can be really helpful. And, current times being what they are – who knows – there may be more folks lining up to homeschool soon! Enjoy!
The Mighty Oak
O mighty oak
with arms outstretched
to greet your royal Maker-
limbs upraised
in heavenly praise,
muscular and sturdy limbs-
Night Sounds
The sliver of a topaz moon evolves into a whole. Night sounds huddle in their skins, black on white, crawling, tapping at my door, dissolving light, frenzied in their efforts to scrape and bump and grind till my heavy eyelids flutter and I leave them all behind. Light into darkness, darkness into blessed light, the cycle weaves its web and the night sounds march to drum rolls with the panic in my bed.
The Scenic Route 