Routine. I like it. But I grow weary of it…until it’s gone. And then I miss its beauty, the comfort it can bring, and the calm that it instills within me. In the consistent functioning of His creation, God provides…
The Beauty of Routine

Routine. I like it. But I grow weary of it…until it’s gone. And then I miss its beauty, the comfort it can bring, and the calm that it instills within me. In the consistent functioning of His creation, God provides…
The tarp that covered our “leftover” earthly goods (i.e., the ones that we hadn’t sent in the moving truck a few days earlier) appeared to flap excitedly down the highway as Joe drove his little red truck in front of…