I Grew Up Hearing Words Like Snakeroot,

I'd Like You To Know That I Have Forgiven Him. Again And Again. Once Done, Course, Back Comes The Enemy To Persecute And Persecute, And I Must Ante Up To God And Forgive Yet Again.

In Ireland There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather ~~~ Only The Wrong Clothes. (in The Company Of Others)

Let's Just Say That I Was Raised By My Grandparents.

As Long As You Have Any Floor Space At All, You Have Room For Books! Just Make Two Stacks Of Books The Same Height, Place Them Three Or Four Feet Apart, Lay A Board Across Them, And Repeat. Viola! Bookshelves!

Give Me Faith, Lord, To Know Your Presence As Surely As I Know The Beating Of My Own Heart. I've Felt So Far From You.