By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer I find myself shying away from those whose words contain no flame – people books movies I find myself longing for the power of story, an ageless warmth that drew crowds from their daily lives to the words of the Galilean – to feel
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer If you are a long-time reader of this blog, you may have guessed that I like to take pictures of the sunrise. Have you noticed that each one is unique? Most mornings when I walk, I strike out toward the east, so I’m greeted
By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer If you follow posts on my Facebook profile, you may have picked up on my love affair with morning. Pre-dawn, in particular. There is something intimate about standing outside in the dark, watching the eastern horizon begin to glow—the light grow—as the wings
God still takes my breath away. “Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, For I have put my trust in you.” –Psalm 143:8