Seven Springs and One Word

Seven Springs and One Word

Every day, I drive down a lovely little lonely lane called Seven Springs Road.  And just about every time I do, there is a vehicle parked in a particular bend of the road, because someone has come to fill up their plastic containers with the water that pours out of...
Perhaps We are Never More Like God …

Perhaps We are Never More Like God …

Perhaps we are never more like God than when we are creating. Everything that exists was once merely a figment of someone’s imagination. Every beautiful building, work of art, tasty dish of food, invention – functional or whimsical – each started out...