Left Behind

"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk."  Beverly NicholsLeft Behindby Elece HollisI love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.I love to... Continue Reading →

Dear Wild Prairie,How I love to see God work in you. I love to watch Him change and renew you. On an April morning, I walk between two rusty gate posts into the past. The house once built here by homesteaders is gone. Steps, which a child once sat on to pout lay discarded on their... Continue Reading →

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