It’s quiet on the deck this morning. Water gurgles as it falls into the ponds. Birds sing to awaken the morning. I can’t hear it, but we know that “the whole creation has been groaning. . .” That’s what Apostle Paul said in his letter to the Roman Believers. And from my iPad Bradley Walker sings, “Sing me to Heaven. When it comes my time to go, Continue reading “Sing Me To Heaven” →