Diane W. Bailey
Doc and I were in the Biloxi and New Orleans area last year. There, we found some of the most spectacular images with our cameras. So we spend several hours on a bridge, dodging traffic and took pictures of a marsh area. As Hurricane Isaac continues to grind at the edge of land, eating away…continue reading…
The Sky is clear blue, and the only clouds are the vapors of a passing plane. No one would ever think that a storm is brewing and headed this way. It would be easy to ignore the warnings and continue with life as usual, because it just doesn’t look like anything is wrong. Folding up…continue reading…
Linking with Sandra Heska King at Still Saturday and Deidra Riggs at Sunday Community
Answering the phone I join in on the conversations, trying to choose my words carefully, and failing. Why do I join in on such talk? How can the joining of bitter water and sweet water stay pure and sweet? Entering into redemption, through repentance, He bends and listens to my confessions. And the joining is…continue reading…
The day I went back began one afternoon several years ago. I picked up my children from school, we grabbed a treat from a drive-through and went for an after school drive, as I listened to them tell me about their day. “Amber likes Robert…Robert likes baseball…Karen fell on the playground and I don’t…continue reading…
The Back of the Hand “The Lord said, ‘Behold, there is a place by Me, and you shall stand there on the rock/ and it will come about, while My glory is passing by that I will put you in the cleft of the rock and cover you with the palm of my hand…continue reading…