"They had forgotten the cold, empty splendor of the Snow Queen's castle like a bad dream. Grandma was sitting in God's clear sunshine and reading aloud from the Bible: 'Except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.' ... And they both sat, grown up and yet children - children at heart. And it was summer - the warm, glorious summer."

Friday, March 16, 2018

Living Well

Sharing Stories
At the end of long walks;
Sharing Laughter
After serious talks;

Seeing Beauty
In all He has made;
Seeing Truth
In His work displayed;

Knowing Joy
That heals after the tears;
Knowing Friendships
That last through the years—

For Him and for one another
We live.
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