While everyone rushes madly, we choose to wait.
Twenty years ago today,
It was white lace and pearls . . .
A little poem for the teachers in my life. You make a difference. 🙂
In January, it can feel like joy is hiding.
Things seem pretty dark in this little spot where I am, where Jesus promised I would have the light of life.
A little poetry about God’s gifts . . .
When I fail, when I doubt– my God never stops meeting me with His grace.
On darkest nights the stars shine clearest . . .
He gives more than we could ever ask or imagine . . .
. . . for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.