By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I’m still in the twenty-third Psalm, wondering why the Shepherd has to make me lie down in green (or golden) pastures. I think it’s because I don’t stop and rest on my own. I’m too busy. I have so much to do. I don’t
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Would you follow someone you didn’t know down the path in this photo? Why not? My guess is that it’s all about trust. Lately, I can’t shake the twenty-third Psalm. It pops up in music from the radio. It’s referenced in social media or
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I belong to a group of women who pray. Collectively, I see them as a river that surges out from our midst, coursing through our community, swirling around boulders of sickness, spreading through exposed tree roots, and washing over sun-drenched sandbars in praise. The
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer Several years ago in one of my digs through the past, courtesy of the Royal Gorge Regional Museum & History Center, I found an article about Texas Creek, Colorado. It wasn’t called Texas Creek in 1881, but rather, Ford Junction, a stage stop,