Dec 6, 2024

About narratives....

Our stories humanism us.
Drama in every neighborhood 
Story's in every community 
Each individual has a narrative about own journey worth sharing.








 “All my postures, gestures, practices…whether I sit, stand, walk, lie; thou searches and knowest all. Some search, but know not; thou dost both."

Psalm 139 is really go to reading for myself, reminding us ,well hope, reminds us that God loves us....whoever...worth reading that again. Whoever.

Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.

And in Your book they all were written,

The days fashioned for me,

When as yet there were none of them.



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Tell me when we meet…How’s Christmas in Heaven?

There is a reason for all these Carols, stupid funny songs. Eggnog, mince pies Santa reindeers and children’s anticipating. Bright lights po...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"