There is an opened heaven, a stairway ascending, won through bloody battles of prevailing prayer. I felt the prayers of the saints, past and present, as I wandered Savannah’s gardens. My faith grew there among the mighty oaks—deeply rooted, moss-draped branches, their taproots sinking into rich Southern soil—still faintly stained by the scars of war,…
Tag: escaping life
Escapism
Last night we picked up the guest speaker for our banquet with a group of special friends and went to a restaurant near the hotel. We celebrated my birthday a day late. Wayne read that Coal Vine’s had received great reviews, so we tried it. I really liked the place. It is an upscale, yet…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 