So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain.
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain.
the light shines in the darkness. new life is here. things are being transformed. change is inevitable.
my joy is full.
p.s. all these photographs were taken by people who are blind.
shalom
hey sister jessica,
ReplyDeletejust thought i'd stop by and say hello. so glad i did; it was an uplifting post.
hope all is well with you!
johnny