Love, love, love

I had no clear direction for this post today. I want to write, and at the same time I’m not very inspired. I decided to take pictures instead, and let them guide me through this summer rumblings about love, and that which I love. I never got those who love Jane Austen, or cats. It…

It’s the small things

This week started with some small surprises that have made it magical. Reading your blogs, I saw that Cleo and others are discussing C.S. Lewis’s The Four Loves. Long, long ago, I borrowed this book from the library. But it’s a title worth revisiting. Yesterday, Sunday, at one of our ongoing Bible studies, the topic…