Praise ye the Lord!  O let all that is in me adore him! All that has life and breath,  come now with praises before him. Let the Am...

And all at once summer collapsed into fall. - - Oscar Wilde - - Week by week, day by day, hour by hour. . . it's gett...

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; praise Him, all creatures here below; praise Him above, ye heav'nly host; praise Father...

Count the memories. . . not the calories. The holidays are upon us, my friends, and that means the joy of baking. . . hou...

It was November. . . the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind songs in the pines. ...

The Lord is good to all:  and his tender mercies are over all his works. All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord;  and thy saints sha...