Welcome to my kitchen!Pull up a chair.A million meals have been prepared in my kitchen.Laughter has danced the two-step across my floor and I'm sure that's why the tiles are cracked. Sure there's been some stomping,too. Some tears.Some raised voices.Some life in my kitchen.That's why there's no telling what will happen in my kitchen. Life is unpredictable like that.
Pots'n'Pans and the Kitchen Sink is where you'll find a hodge-podge of recipes for holy,full life.
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Shepherd, King, Master
To my Shepherd Who leads with love, In deepest depths and heights
above; My Shepherd never looses sight Of where I am, day or
To my King who rules the nations, Tribes and tongues and
populations; My King who comes to my defense And does not ask for
To the Master of my being, My every thought and every feeling; You give me all of Your commands But Your grace makes no demands.
Shepherd, King, my Master it's odd- You, bought with coins but I, with blood.