It's like the wind. You can't touch love or hold it in your hand. Yet, it wraps itself around you and won't let go. It changes you and hopefully makes you a better person. Love is an instrument of God's peace and the hope for a dying and crazy world.
Las Vegas, Nevada. The Little White Wedding Chapel.
I recently went into a restaurant and as I was seated, I noticed a lady finishing her meal. The unusual thing about the lady being in the restaurant was the fact that a beautiful golden retriever dog lay at her feet.
Jack’s Last Will and Testament left his home with the 50 acres surrounding the residence to his son, Jimmy. Margaret left her $500,000 Merrill-Lynch brokerage account to her daughter, Jennifer, through a beneficiary designation.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention the 400-plus people who reached out to me on social media, text messages, and phone calls regarding the passing of my beautiful Daisy, who I found on the street when she was a starving puppy. Grief is often replaced by fond memories that other people remind us of in our time of hurt.
This one hurts my soul. I apologize in advance if it drones on too long.
I can’t help but wonder if the sky in heaven will be as blue as the never-ending sky in Texas? I can’t help but wonder if my mom, my dad and grandparents will be the same when we are reunited on God’s doorstep.
In John 15:15 Jesus says He’s my friend. To be honest I don’t even know what that means.
I was out of words. I had nothing else to say.
I was on social media the other day and ran across a project of the Brooklyn Art Library. They call it the “Artist Sketchbook” project.