I am calling out to you, my lost sheep. I will not leave you. You are not forgotten. Fear not, for I am coming.
Oh, how my heart weeps,
tears carried on the wind;
the storm, a haven
hiding … (click on image to read)
“I remember her well,” the old lady said to the young girl sitting beside her. “She was a happy little thing. Innocent of the ways of the world. I remember she loved singing in church and making mud pie cookies. There was a twinkle in her eye that you wouldn’t notice unless you looked forContinue reading “Her Faith Was Strong”