My grandmother once told me that I had a mind that liked to ‘take things a part and put them back together.” I think this was her way of saying I was analytical before I was old enough to understand what that was. My grandmother was a teacher and a principal. She instilled in othersContinue reading “The Lord is My Shepherd”
Category Archives: Confessions of a Doubting Psalmist
Song of Truth
My earliest memories from childhood are that of my Dad rocking and singing to me, with his warm “fuzzy” baritone. All the tones weren’t even and smooth, but they sure were comforting. Our song was an old hymn entitled, “Child of the King.” Adopted at 3 months of age, both my parents were committed toContinue reading “Song of Truth”
5oclockworker.com 