Life. Is. Good. I’m laying on a hammock by Caddo Lake. There’s a cool breeze. The crickets and God-knows-what-else are playing a nature’s original set. Yes, it’s 4:45 am and my feet have more mosquito bites than I’ve had in the last year, and now I can’t sleep, but, I’ll say it again, Life is…
Who is my friend? What does it mean to be a friend? I have been spending a lot of time evaluating how I want to come “back” into the world after this pandemic. I sequestered as a new member of the “mother of three” group and stayed in touch with friends via mainly virtual means…
The journey is…magical. The journey is…life’s greatest adventure. The journey is…mundane at times. The journey is…filled with surprises and plot twists. The Spirit is our compass, calling us to True North, True Love, if we let Him. The Saints are our weathered guides. Their lives leave a trail, but no path is unique. Materialism, vanity,…