From where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the author and perfecter of my faith. I love sitting outside on a bench that faces the mountain that’s near to my house and having my quiet time. I sip my coffee, munch on a bagel or cereal, watch Finn pounce on…
I am a 21st century Levite. Is that OK to say?
Home, for me, is a word that has no boundaries, no nestled yard or cement walls that stay constant for too long.
Anyone who sat near me today on the airplane probably wondered why I was giggling.
I didn’t have an opportunity to share the reason for my literal “lol.” It certainly wasn’t the instant coffee that I asked for two refills on to alleviate my caffeine headache.