In the consciousness of morning, but with my eyes still closed, I prayed to Daddy God about my concerns. A vision of a his hand emerged from warm shades of light. His white-robed arm reached across the oak-stained table toward my child-sized hand and gently covered it.
Garland Texas 1965 Swinging makes me happy. It reminds me of being four or five in the backyard of our Garland Texas home, swinging to the hum of a neighbor’s lawn mower and the spicy smell of fresh cut grass.