Of Roads and Ladders
Luck of the draw? Hand of the Father?
Family. Friends. Joy. Fellowship. Can we do it this way every year?
If I could pick one day each year to go back to bed and start over again, it would be today. And it’s not even 9 am yet.
We come with sins we cannot bear; we leave with life beyond compare.
What happens inbetween is a meeting with The Most High God through Jesus Christ.
In search of ammusement? Try the card isle at Walmart on the day before Mothers Day.
I was typing out a quick letter to and old friend this morning and quite without trying to said something that is very telling of my current condition.
An afternoon out of the office got me front row seats for an avalance and later, stuck in a snow bank
Now that winter is ‘over’, we finally get our fair share of snow in Ouray.
Time has passed. Stuff has happened. Caleb is back in the game.