“Oh the joy of knowing that we are yours forever, Yours in the trials of life, and Yours in the last dread trial of death,
Every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us. – C.H.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a
L: I need to go to Mexico sometime, because I need to practice my Spanish because I forget it. Me: You need to practice your