Grace and Grit

"May God give us the grace and grit to keep walking, no matter how impossible the mountain feels to climb."

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Yellow

Come here love, she gestures, voice barely above whisper Learning my face with her frail hands. It’s been so long since my eyes clouded over Remind me, love, what yellow looks like?   Yellow is the feel of overgrown grass as you lie on your back among the buttercups and dandelions white-noise cicada calls drowning … Continue reading Yellow