How wonderful it is to spend time alone with our Heavenly Father. Such precious moments can be compared to nothing else.
Another beautiful poem from Angella about the wonder of God, His creation and our value as humans.
How much of our lives have become replaceable memories? How much was lived purposefully?
In memory of my first ever dog who died in my arms when I was 14.
Here’s a beautiful poem written from the heart by my first ever guest writer Angella Marie!
Life as we knew it vs life as we learn it. What are we rooted in? What will get us through this time?