Let everything that breathes praise the LORD!
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you dont really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor falls, the major lifts
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
“It was surreal, writing an obituary, for my mom, who died of cancer, in a room full of patients, fighting cancer.”
Be still and know that I am God
Be still and know that I am
Be still and know
These are my confessions… okay, not really, but I really do leave a lot undone.
Perseverance from Freedom Riders, Praise from David.
Join me, won’t you, as I try, and most likely fail on some days, to blog through this holy season of repentance and meditation.
Once again, I’m turning to my Uncle Curtis for some wise teaching.
(Source) Momma Kathy is busy, with the help of Monica, arranging Daddy’s funeral. I don’t know how she’s doing it. I haven’t been sleeping well for over…
My daddy passed away today a few minutes after one P.M. Defying expectations, he survived over two days off the respirator, which makes perfect sense knowing how big his heart…