The methods and madness of one family of 13. I did, however, attend a fun and refreshing little blog conference here in San Antonio last weekend, and I am really, truly, planning to start blogging again. It must be a new book that you have never read before. My kids are already enthusiastic reade.

Saturday, July 4, 2015. Even a casual perusal of history makes plain the evils of the human heart in war and senseless killings. And now, as militants make plans for murder in the name of God on the basis of religion and our own country demolishes towns and families in the name of freedom, I wonder. What is it? That blatant disregard for human life, the voice of blood crying from the ground. That spirit, it scares me. What is it that transcends that? So what is it? Like the martyrs of the reformation, si.

Listening to the heart of dreams and adventures. A friend shared this poem with me the other day and I felt that it was a fitting follow up on my previous post. I hope you are as blessed by it as I was. Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;. Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied. I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . 8221; my indignant reply. Is your hand shortened? .