MonthMay 2017

Your G-Ma

  [Thoughts I penned for my daughter about her grandma, my mother, after kneeling in front of my little wood stove, blowing through the open vent slots praying the dying red embers might spark back to life, the ash and smoke swirling with each puff of oxygen.] I have a clear image of God blowing the breath of life into Adam’s nostrils, Eve’s too, surely. I know Master Creator, Maker of all things merely spoke life into the other animals […]

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