The truth that can bring joy to every moment
I step out the back door. I can’t see him, but a robin is singing somewhere under the clouded sky. This moment is a gift from the One who loves…
I step out the back door. I can’t see him, but a robin is singing somewhere under the clouded sky. This moment is a gift from the One who loves…
The branches behind my home are alive with blossom. I walk down another street that bore blossom-full branches last week; now they are empty. A friend's home-that-felt-like-home-to-me has been sold. Disagreement rises and…