Billows of Love
“Billows” isn’t a word that I use in my everyday speech. But, yesterday, on my morning walk, I looked up at the sky and saw the clouds in billows. An old song that I heard my mama sing so many times came to my mind. “Peace, peace, wonderful peace, coming down from the Father above.…
Happy Birthday to Me — the Train Wreck Baby
I was a “train wreck baby”. At least, that’s what my Mama called me. She and my Dad were DONE with having any more babies. My older sister was 12, the other two were 18 & 20. But when my Mama was in the train wreck, her “birthing department” kicked into gear again. It’s different,…