In life there are places that somehow attract us, there are streets which we return to over and over again... Things repeat themselves till we get the puzzle together, till we see the pattern and understand.
From 'The Sheep and the Shepherds' collection. I am wondering why there is always one person in church who reads for others. What if the church were like debate bench, where people could argue on things.
In life there are places that somehow attract us, there are streets which we return to over and over again... Things repeat themselves till we get the puzzle together, till we see the pattern and understand.
