Joy of Morning

   God's love is like a morning, Arising in my soul.  A perfect, constant dawning, So warm and wonderful.    . Though the earthly night surrounds, It cannot pierce within. Dark of death no more is found, Nor cold of pain and sin.    . Day seems a bright beginning, Yet noontide is past. In…

Jill of all Trades or Renaissance Woman?

I am what one might call a "Jill of All Trades," the female counterpart of a "Jack of All Trades." I quite liked this phrase until I saw a quote on Pinterest (seriously, Pinterest? You're supposed to be my social media happy place!) that reads: "Jack of all trades, but a master of none." Well stink.…