The cat melts into liquid shade beside the fence. Only circle glowing eyes remind the wary walker a feline watches hereRead more "The Watcher"
Father, thank You for Your Word— the place where eyes gather marks of ink, but hearts behold the beauty of the LORD. –Read more "Thanksgiving: the Word"
We think we see it, but the gliding bows and fingers dancing on the strings are only keys to hidden portals, unlocking sounds of a higher realm— a beautiful language that fills the hall, speaking not to eyes, but to the heart. Thank You, Lord, for music. […]Read more "Thanksgiving: Music"