Ode to Pine Needles
It is May, and I am bent over with dustpan and broom, attacking a corner of the entryway—a refuge for castaway dust bunnies and unidentifiable …
It is May, and I am bent over with dustpan and broom, attacking a corner of the entryway—a refuge for castaway dust bunnies and unidentifiable …
Even our best arguments for the existence of God fall short of describing Him.
Why physical contact is an essential part of loving the body of Christ.