“It's a short, ready answer: don't question me when I know best.”
I couldn’t see his face, As I walked through Raging winds and biting rain. But I heard a voice. I couldn’t feel his arms As the chills spread icy Fear and despair. But I could feel his love. I can’t always see your Tear stained face, feel Your all powerful embrace; Yet one trait remains:… Continue reading His Voice
"The wind rushes through me hair, Sunning my wilting soul." We were not created blue, but sometimes, we are bound to feel blue.
Letters to Abba: A Sunbeam
“Love. It's not a feeling. It's a continual action. I don't always feel loved, but that doesn't mean I am any less loved.”