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…
The orations roll off our tongues with tradition and ease. We believe, we do. We believe. ……
Sunday morning has come and gone. We ate our fill, and were very proud we had…