Our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream

There is a painting in the entry of our home. Every now and then as I am passing by, I will stop and look at it.  It is a painting of my two eldest children, Julienne and Maggie. The painting is of them running down a trail in Port Angeles, on one of our manyContinue reading “Our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream”

I can do better

I feel that I can do better in recording spiritual experiences.  I’ve felt a bit of writer’s block since the pandemic started. I think that it might be because of the many things weighing on my mind; from the health of my mother who lives in Utah and who’s had some health challenges during theContinue reading “I can do better”