God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.Martin LutherTake a bow, Rose.As you leave the stageHear my applause?May it be boisterous enough toPlease you,Call you backCenter stage for anotherSpectacular bloom and danceAnother thrilling solo.

 And the earth brought forth... And God saw that it was good and the evening and the morning were the third day. Genesis 1:12–13In the cool of the morning,You open to drink dew dropsFor breakfast tea,To bask in the rising sun.From my window I see you,Bright and boastingGod's artistic talents, His creative skill, For here you bloom,Some million dawns later, As... Continue Reading →

Follow me, Little SisterLet's go! Westward ho!Let's find a place to play Where we can stay all dayIn the woods, in the pastureWherever we go, hi-ho, hi-hoHurry up; come faster.Explorin'— outdoorin' Follow me, now;Follow me; Let's go!