The Low-Shelf and Low-Tree Things
I still remember my own two little ones when they were toddlers — and later my Nana treasures — those bright-eyed grandchildren with their curious fingers and determined little steps. I learned early on that anything low-shelf was fair game. So before they’d arrive, up went the glass bells, the porcelain keepsakes, and yes —…
If He Cares for the Little Sparrows……
I’m sitting here in Tulsa at Mom’s breakfast table, looking out at the 17th fairway of the golf course, but what captured my attention was the little sparrows jumping from limb to limb in the huge tree that she and Dad planted 25 years ago. Those little sparrows are having a hay-day chirping, playing and…