I've overslept this morning and have run out of time to put together a Sunday Smiles post! Suffice it to say that my life is blessed in...

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie, Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand. Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled , scentless, dry . . ...

We were sitting here eating our tea last night, nothing special, just some steak pies and chips, when I looked out the kitchen window and co...

“If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it. If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it. He sends you flowers every spring a...

( a variety of collections .) I went through a stage when I was a child of collecting stamps . . . nothing serious mind you. I had sent awa...

If the migrant bird could see the way it had to fly . . . It might not risk the long hard flight, across the unmapped sky, But God gives it ...

I love to wake up in the wee hours of the morning and experience the first rays of light conquering the darkness of the night. It fills my ...