Monday Mourning Dove

On Monday this week, I thought about a story a friend had told about his mother and a bird. “What bird is making all that racquet,”she asked. “A Mourning Dove,” my friend replied. afternoon!” But it’s afternoon,”his mom said. That led me to thinking about how many are”mourning” over the state of our world. TheContinue reading “Monday Mourning Dove”

Connie’s Coffee Chat

I got up this morning and thought I looked fine, Then I put in my contacs and saw the decline Deep wrinkles and fine lines–though fewer of those, After a deep sigh–I just put on my clothes. What else can you do, when we’re all stuck inside, But pray for each other until this subsides.Continue reading “Connie’s Coffee Chat”