born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
© Verity Milligan, veritymilliganphotography.com. In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead.Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields. Take up... Continue Reading →
"I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar." Hoban "Wash" Washburne Consider the leaf on the wind—delicate yet propelled by forces unseen. It does not resist the wind but yields to it, allowing itself to be carried to new heights. Likewise, surrendering to the divine wind of God's guidance in our faith... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 