A feeling of being alone, turned on, people are two faced and can never decide for themselves.

When my friend, Hilton Long, came home from a vacation in the Smoky Mountains, he shared with his Sunday School class a most unusual experience which happened early one morning when he was trout fishing.

I’m here always, praying and hoping for the best.

Acrostic poem.

God longs for us to Pray Big.

A poem.

A poem I wrote about God. It was published two years ago.

Continuous Prayer can bring you to peaceful state of mind.

Full of emotions, unsure how to describe…

We are all riding it. It’s time to help each other get off.