Holiness in Your Hand
Life is mysterious and ever unfolding its bolts of textured fabrics to intrigue and confuse us. Even in my little
Life is mysterious and ever unfolding its bolts of textured fabrics to intrigue and confuse us. Even in my little
Happy Memorial Day. Does anyone ever say this? It feels too somber to include the glib word “Happy”, but instead,
So many of us are poised, waiting for these next 5 days to pass, anxiously trying on hopes and fears