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Trusting that those of you I’ve wounded will see this. Trusting the raw that my friend and I talked about this morning blesses us, strengthens us to carry on. Keeps us from sinking.
Trusting that those of you I’ve wounded will see this. Trusting the raw that my friend and I talked about this morning blesses us, strengthens us to carry on. Keeps us from sinking.
I drove down the road this week playing this over and over in my car. I was so proud of my boy, soon to be gone for a year weaving dreams into coverings for hearts he’s not met yet.. I glanced down at the lock screen on my phone and my granddaughter looks back at …
This is my boy. My firstborn. This is what he’s like……the dreamer of big dreams, always looking forward on the horizon for the next big adventure. I suspect that wanderlust transferred to him through the blood that coarsed through the umbilical cord. I so get this about him. He used to say, “I’ll be the …
I snapped this picture this morning; rather I sat my phone down and the camera saw beauty and clicked it quick. I looked at the screen and smiled inside. Is this what snowflakes look like to God, I thought? It’s a snow day today and my girl sleeps quiet on the couch where we’ve set …
I woke up just now and brewed my coffee strong and grabbed my new book, broken in by smelling it, and the first few lines have me in a state of YES. AMEN. and WOW. First of all because the author writes from a plane just ready to take off in a state where there …