RIP Billy Graham. What a life he led.
There is snow on the ground. We don't get all that much snow. It's pretty. Sort of, not really enough to cover and it's prettiest when I can watch it falling.
The eagle chicks are flappity flapping, soon to be making their own way in the world. I've been trying to do that myself for a while! The poignancy isn't lost on me.
This is "Come to Jesus," I like it a lot in my older years. It reminds me of sitting in the pews in church as a kid. The last verse used to make me tear up every time.
