Stillness. I find it in the quiet of the morning . . . in the hush of the night. I find it in the edges of the day. How can I find it in the middle? When there are broken … Continue reading →
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And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity
out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks
minding the miracle of the moment
Real Life, Real Struggles, Real Hope