We have chickens. Or should I say, chicken. We have one remaining, lone ranger survivor, Phyllis. No longer laying eggs—at least, none that we know of—Phyllis, has become the lady of the manor, tugging…
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I love sunsets. Looking toward the afternoon sky, watching the sun settle beyond the horizon fills me with an unexplainable peace as the pinks and soft blues say goodby to yet another day. Closing…
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It’s happened again. Another dear soul has left this earth leaving us with shoulders drooping in disbelief. Our heads understand with fuzzy remembrance Isaiah 57:1-2, which tells why God sometimes takes away someone at…