Book Description
Hindsight really is better than foresight, in some instances. A few years ago when my faith was far from overflowing, I wondered why it was at such low ebb. Then I began to recall incidents in my life, which were seeds of faith and, perhaps needed nurturing. Fortunately, I could see the struggling plants and began these writings in an effort to revitalize my spirit. It worked. I have grown through the effort. The experience was like opening a trunkful of old keepsakes, souvenirs of events to be remembered for some reason. Sometimes the memories brought tears, often a sense of pride, many times laughter, but always a deep sense of humility. I felt God watching over my shoulder, wondering at my reactions. This is a part of me. I want to share my hope and faith with fellow pilgrims in a difficult time. Discouragements are many and powerful as the media bombards our senses with a world discord. This can be a small antidote.
