The Folly of Forgetfulness | A Prayer Series, Day VI
We remember the childhood trek through the store, when mommy and daddy faded from sight. We scurried…
We remember the childhood trek through the store, when mommy and daddy faded from sight. We scurried…
The mornings roll together in sleepy familiarity. The routine is consistent, the rhythm the same. But…
The dark horizon hides itself in the blackness of the sky. The world is concealed in…
We have heard the whispered promise that You are still to come. And we, too, have…
The orations roll off our tongues with tradition and ease. We believe, we do. We believe. ……
As the weather cools and the snow start to rumble in the belly of mother earth, husband…