How then can man be justified with God? or how can he be clean that is born of a woman? Behold even to the moon, and it shineth not; yea, the stars are not pure in his sight. How much less man, that is a worm? and the son of man, which is a worm?… Continue reading Confessions of a Worm
My daughter, Shae, whom many of you know from her blogs Teen, Meet God and Shae’s Days, completed her annual dance recital (three performances) this past Friday and Saturday. I marvel when I watch my daughter dance. She has been blessed with the genes and talent (none from me!) necessary to become an accomplished performer. But… Continue reading Pride, or Pleasure?
It's the day after Christmas, and all through our house, not a creature is stirring. All is quiet—no Christmas music, no happy conversation, no feet running up and down the stairs. But the quiet is not a bad thing, since our family spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in some form of noisemaking. On Christmas… Continue reading An Ornament Most Precious