Author: Dianne Stubblefield

Give thanks…

Here we are again. It is Thanksgiving. Where, O where, do we begin? I could say thanks for buttons, zippers,

Oh super moon, up in the sky round and bright, with nature’s holy light, you shine on me. Oh super

“He knows his place.” Someone said this to me once about a prospective employee. This man knew his role in

Jesus entered Jericho and there were people lined up along the street as he arrived. There was just something about

I don’t know more than I know. There are mysteries woven into the fabric of our lives. What is love?