Wading through the muck of life. I always plan on doing one at least monthly and well, life. What can ya do? Since last year, not much has changed, but so much has. Things I thought might surely kill me. Nowhere to go but up. What does it solve? Will I ever date again? Until them, buttoms up. Your coffee is getting cold.

Words, words, words. From the Banks of the Muddy Wishkah. 10 Things I learned in Stockholm.

Ive had a vision for the past couple of days. It has stayed with me so I am feeling that I need to post it. What I see is blades of wheat being held by a hand. Then I see a mouth gently blowing on the wheat and separating chaff. What is left is the wheat. This breath that was used to separate the chaff was a gentle one. It is sad to think that this is what has become of the church. It would seem that Jesus i.

THE EIGHT-FOOT BOY, a novel. Writing letters that are fun to receive. On May 4, 2015. Receiving a letter should be fun.

But right off the bat, I understood that this guy intended on ruffling our feathers. And he did, but maybe not in the way he intended to. First, let me explain the distinction between inorganic, organic, and natural farming as it was explained to me today. But it made me think. One thing that the farmer said .

I refused to be used,.