Hiding, Held, Heard


The gifts that seem to hide but eventually shows themselves as JOY!


On Sunday I held the baby of the little girl who grew up next to us the past 11 years.  The gal is young and unwed.  I am grieved by her choice to get pregnant but blessed to watch her accept the new life and give that baby boy a life.  I shudder at the option of ending his little life.


The girls singing in the shower NEVER gets old!

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