


branches drip down spindly fingers reaching the ground walking the path unbeknownst to you spirits silently laugh breezes…
beyond the edge of fading light exists a world for which I yearn for when I arrive at…
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…

Sometimes, it is enough to remain who you are as the chaos circles around you. #JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople…

Excerpts from Psalm 88 (NASB), authorship attributed to Heman the Ezrahite who certainly had the ‘dark night of…