He’s eleven days old. Go ahead and swoon if you want to. I’m over the moon in love. Tiny fingers, fine hair, little bitty bottom. Two chins, one dimple. Finnegan: Irish, meaning “fair.” Dunamis: Greek, meaning “power.” But for the word … Continue reading
June, and almost 37 weeks. Everything summer is happening here: sprinklers, popsicles, heat waves, wildfires. Forget-me-nots blooming by Sophie’s grave, starflowers and dogwood, star-shaped tiger lilies almost ready to bud. Dinner is dandelion fritters, and pasta salad with peas and … Continue reading
This is an excerpt from Steadfast, book 4 in Work That God Sees. Enjoy! __________________ The highway is framed and divided by road construction, the right lane penned off with traffic cones. The dump truck in front of us, in … Continue reading