God & Gravel Roads
Spirit Filled Stockings
I recall a time about ten years ago when I went to visit an elderly friend during the holiday season. She had all her beautiful decorations put up on display sparkling and glittering through the house with every turning doorway. I mean, this house was a time...
A FARMER’S LAST WALK
Visiting my 96 year old friend, Mr. Nelson on this beautiful Kentucky afternoon would forever change how I awakened each day for the rest of my life. I approached the screen door along the side of his farm house beside the old well-pump as I did many times...
The Spirit Gives in a Picture Taken
I recall a time visiting with my Great-Grandmother during the holiday season. She had all her beautiful decorations put up on display sparkling and glittering through the house with every turning doorway. I mean, this house was a time capsule for Christmas and all...
One Last Door to Open
Many years ago I would visit a close friend of mine, Willy, out in the beautiful, rolling hills of Kentucky. I can still remember the sound of the gravel popping and turning among the tires and the uncut grass that reached for my vehicle as I drove up the...