FMF: Fly

But when I breathe my last, then I will fly...

FMF: Return

After 25 years, the Lord has granted me the privilege to return to Mexico to see my friends.

Just like the trees, we blossom at different stages, some sooner, some later, but always right on time according to God's timetable.

I like the time of day when all is still, The early morning crisp and cool and wet...

When I am free from other distractions, then I can hear the still small voice of my Father, and I can talk to Him as friend with friend.

If that’s what it takes to make my daughter feel that her childhood is complete, then I suppose it’s worth the cost.