You are the Head. Let me be the heart— the hidden part that gives life with every move, beating, steady, till Your will is done. .
How dreary! Winters in the South— grey trees against the mournful sky— weeping, sulking, drudging in the cold. ••• Make my heart like winters of the West— unending sky that gives and gives the snow— swirling, glittering, hopeful in the cold.
This past Thursday (Valentine's Day) I arrived at work, ready (for once) for a crazy party day. The parents had all signed up to bring food, and I had all the other necessary materials, including a pre-meditated schedule of events. When I opened the door to pick up my students from another teacher, two of … Continue reading Cheerful Givers