Mitchell Landress

Often lovers will speak of proclaiming their love from the mountain tops. Here in Gainesville, FL it loses a little punch, since mountains only appear in pictures. A greater voice might be to proclaim my love for my wife from the high mountain of cyberspace for many to hear. Often in Christianity, and especially at Mother's Day, people are fond of quoting Proverbs 31. This is truly a picture of a godly woman and my wife would be all of these things. Or at least she would be if the opportunity availed her. Not much of a market for wool and flax these days, but if there were, I am sure that my wife would dominate the trade. But here are a few things that I love about my wife that send her way beyond the greatness that is described in Proverbs 31, so I attempt (but not really) to write Proverbs 32. She's the jewel that crowns her family and her smile is more bright than day, she's encouraging and sure each step along the way. Her laughter is contagious and her house is safe an

Fighting For Joy By Remembering Promises In my bedroom there is a jar. It sits on top of my dresser right beside the television set. It is a small glass jar with a glass lid. It is only about five inches tall and equally as wide. Inside the jar is my loose change. Whatever is left in my pockets at the end of the day, that didn't make into the seat cushion or in the nearest Coke machine- goes in the jar. Not much change either. It is only about half full, or half empty depending on the level of your melancholy. Mine tends to be high. I don't know exactly how much change is in their. In fact, I couldn't even guess. There are pennies, nickels, dimes, maybe a few quarters (but not too many quarters -remember the Coke machine, oh and gumball machines too, those will eat up your quarters). The point is, its just there. I don't know how much money is in it. I don't count this money and I don't depend on it for anything important. So, it is unimportant to me. If it were