Sometimes We Need to Go Back to the Beginning
...we lose our way, and we begin to ask questions...
...we lose our way, and we begin to ask questions...
...somehow communicate the danger that lay outside of our property lines.
Hurriedly, I stepped to the side and tripped. It had me. I was ensnared...
With tears welled in my eyes, I paused, humbled by the sound of my own grumbling.
...it was as if we had been talking face-to-face from the beginning.
In times of suffering, have you ever longed for someone who could truly understand what you are going through…
Everything we need… We can have a box of cake mix with the detailed instructions...