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Monday, June 1, 2009
MONDAY MEMORIES!
On the far horizon of my memory I recall a soft, cool hand upon my fevered brow. No human hand, before or since, has ever brought such comfort, such love, such compassion--the hand of my best friend--my mother.
A few years ago as I was studying this passage, the repetition of 'more than a watchmen' hit me so hard and I knew I wante...
I t's interesting to watch the seasons of our dogwood tree. In spring it bursts forth with blossoms too b...