Though the fig tree does not blossom, nor fruit be on the vine. Though the labor of the olive fail and the fields yield no food. Though the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herds in the stall…Yet I will rejoice in the Lord I will joy in the God… [Read More]
Hope
the origin of my hope
It was a busy Thanksgiving morning, my mother-in-law, my husband and I were in the kitchen doing holiday things when the phone rang. For as long as I live I will remember that call. My dear friend’s son had been heinously murdered in West Palm Beach, FL. I ran to the building adjacent to our… [Read More]