Since 1985 I have learned to enjoy cross stitching. For the past eight years during my quiet evenings in...
Since 1985 I have learned to enjoy cross stitching. For the past eight years during my quiet evenings in...
This article started with a crash. I was reading an issue of Women of the Harvest while eating lunch....
“God surely you can’t expect me to forgive the murderer of my son,” I cried out in the stillness...
“Boy, I wish I could be a part of that,” I thought as we walked past several women chatting...