A beauty like no other

Perhaps its a romantic kind of mindset, or perhaps I'm just strange.
How is it that something that I have seen occur 21 times in my life can still cause me to be filled to bursting with soul shaking wonderment.

The sights the sounds, the Vibrant
colors, the way the wind becomes less bitter, and turns to velvet in a second, richly perfumed with the delicate essences of the most lovely earthen delights that were brave enough to peep there heads through there soft beds in hopes that the world had come through the dark days.
  Somehow it all again seems new, each time I watch a tree slowly Blossom, and every time there is a  new sprout or new color, I'm filled with awe. As if for the first time my eyes are beholding, something new and strange, and delightful.
But how can this be, I find myself asking, that there is nothing new in its ways, that have become expected and as counted on as an old friend. And yet still, I see it with fresh eyes.
What ever it is my heart innocently grows fuller at the sight of Green just the brightest and freshest,
and trees in the distance that are spattered with this haze of almost perfect Pink
The rush of bird song fills my soul and I sigh at the perfection of Gods wondrous and simple world.

Even lately when the sun doesn't shine, and hasn't for few days past.
And the soil is moist and richly dark, and the tree bark is a deep black, the little bright Viridescent leaves glow in the foggy moodiness, creating this perfect and beautiful display of new and old, dark and light.
I fall asleep exhausted at all I have seen and heard, and captured to ponder within.
I know there will never be a day when I do not become a fire when I behold Verdant loveliness, and never more that at spring, but I'll forget to expect it therefore making the experience all the more pleasing.  

Gods love doesn't wax old, and neither in the same sense do His creations.
And for this I'm truly grateful.
Now I'm off to enjoy more spring. You should to, take a moment to just capture the beauty please do.

                                                     Photo credit Pinterest: 
                                                                  I'm sorry I have no idea who took it. 

Jane Austen's bicentennial of a most beloved novel

photo via pinterest

If it is the general thought that a person who has a disposition that is apt to day dreams, and long periods of musings and spends countless lifetimes over papers and keyboards, opening a vein and letting there life seep into afore mentioned paper. With the sole intention of carving out a name for him/her self into the metaphorical history books where people who do great things are put and remembered for. Then there isn't a person who has done this more than Miss Jane Austen.
Now I'm not saying every writer writes for the sole purpose of getting recognised, and of course I would not say that every time someone jots down a story and gets published they will be remembered for it. But as I said at the start of this long winded sentence that if it is the general thought, than there would be no one more remarkable to anyone achieving these high expectations than Jane Austen.
In the remarkable case of miss Austen I must say that I really have no idea how plausible it is to dream of attaining here level of success. The sad part of it is that most of her success she was never to realise. But if she could read this from her writers heaven than I would really love to show her just how much people love her work. (Picture the Doctor Who episode, Vincent and the Doctor, where the doctor takes Van Gogh to see    just how much he is loved and appreciated after all that time.)
Sniffles that episode always does it to me. There is none such compliment that can be payed to an artist than that of the appreciation compliment. And miss Austen is a top recipient.
Why all this rambling ? Well in case you hadn't heard, today is the two hundredth anniversary of one of the most timeless love stories ever written. Timeless ? Isn't that a bit dramatic, what really is there to the story called Pride and Prejudice that makes it so timeless. There are many assumptions we can make about why, especially when the story isn't very complex, I mean that respectively in every way.
The characters are not unusual, and really unremarkable. So what is it that had gotten deep into the psyche of every person who loves some incarnation of the story or another.
I will place my theory here, to you in as plain as I can place it. Jane Austen always wrote from the heart. And yes that can be done even if one knows nothing of what one is writing.
The love stories evoke the longing of the heart to be truly cherished. Even for miss Austen that much is clear. And I could write nearly twenty pages on this being from out truest human nature longing for only the purest love that only one person can give and only one person gave.
But that's not the subject of this post. What ever it is that made this story to last all this time, and still be enjoyed by audiences after two hundred years is nothing short of Devine providence.
Pride and Prejudice is a tale that pulls at ones hears strings, because its a tale of the heart and nothing else, and that's why it's still so popular. So let me take this time with you all dearest readers to celebrate the long lasting letters that were so fatefully written in a young maidens flowery scrawl.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife" 
            ~ Pride and Prejudice
Happy birthday to the story that still makes people everywhere smile and sigh in a happy way.
I can only hope that you and I endeavouring writers will meet with as much success as that book.
And Miss Austen our hats are off to you on this momentous occasion. If it were the eighteen hundreds we would no doubt hold a ball.
And I must say I would take the time to thank you for teaching me to be a fearless, and witty and heartfelt writer with as much sentament as I bodily posess, to be poured out on the pages. Even of only for my own satisfaction.


  '' I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too      long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun" 

            ~ Pride and prejudice 

         

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If Only I had an English garden

If only I had and English garden, I wouldn't mind such dreary British weather.
I have just sighed this sentiment to myself a mere second ago, and that is because the weather as of late has been sketchy. Sometimes warm, sometimes hot and sometimes cool. Today it was overcast, I awoke to a horrid pelting rain storm, that stopped only long enough for a few hours of work.
Now as I tap away on my keyboard it has begun to rain again, the sky is grey and dreary and the air is thick with a bit of fog or mist, I'm not sure which. I have some romantic idea in the back of my mind that this is the kind of weather that my English writer hero's must have lived in perpetually.
Perhaps Jane Austen or, say Emily Bronte met with such weather of cold and rain, sitting at their desks the scratching of there quill pens the only audible sound, save that of the patter rain.
I should very much like an English garden, carpeted with wild flowers, white washed fences and trellises draped with roses. I should love to watch that garden get washed with showers and showers of rain, from a sun room enclosed with just windows. Its a bit reminiscent of Beatrix Potter, or I should say how I imagine Beatrix Potter would pass her time whilst writing one of her children's books.
How could I not be inspired by watching delicious green get showered by the sky ? I would if I had an English garden. I would watch the leaves drip with natures life giving elixir and the sun as it breaks through the clouds to bath the newly washed foliage in liquid gold.
I wont go on to bemoan the lack of foliage in my life,
I wont wail and cry at the sparse plants that I do have.
No I shall be happy to dream of the English garden I am soon to have.

Pictures via Pinterest

Ocean Dreams

I have come to learn that I love looking at the ocean, at the time I am writing this the sun is making a wide reflective glow across the waters below it. And the salty tears of the sea seem more inviting then ever.

From morning to dusk its melodious and evocative crash of the waves can be heard from the beach house,  they are calming and on especially rainy nights they, don't ask me why, give the cottage in which we are staying a sense of special comfort and warmth, even though its not home.

I would write a longer post but the waves are calling to me like a sirens song, and its a most exciting song.
would that all of you my dear readers could see this scene I would be most pleased.

Have a lovely day. 

Photos via pinterest 

Sunshine thoughts

 How does one describe the sun ? 

Its glorious to behold the sun, after a long dreary snowless winter, I can finally see the sun.
As I write I am looking at those bright rays bursting through the trees lighting the sky into a beautiful liquid gold, It almost seems that I could reach out and touch it, oh to swim amongst its golden rays.
Its brilliancy is more radiant and more alive and more real than anything man can make.

I shall let it wash over me in bright life giving warmth, and a warm embrace.

Could I kiss the sun, or catch its warmth ? I cant let it slip through my fingers. I wish you could see what I see right now from the window facing my backyard and the light show that nature is giving me.

My mind wonders at the difference of this week to last, when the very branches of the trees were encased in a icy hold. Nature was painted white and icy blue, and I was feeling all sorts of wintery feelings.

But now I'm hoping for spring to stay, as much as I like winter I can't help but wish for warmer weather, and buds on the trees, and of corse green, I feel impatient waiting for a change in nature.
But for now I shall be content to see the sun, bright and warm and wonderful.
How about you, has spring begun where you live ?

                                                                                                                           pictures via pinterest









                               

Book Love

I bet you can guess the nature of this post by the title.
I do so love books, old and new alike classics and contemporary and probably every genre.
From the first memory I have to now I have always loved books. Picture a small brunet girl with big dreaming eyes holding a large old book with a stagecoach on the front of the cloth bound volume, she would look at each word wondering what each word meant while thinking how impossible it seemed to a small child's mind that she would ever learn this strange writing. Preferring large picture less volumes, to the pictured ones she would stare at those words dreaming of the stories and adventures within the pages.
This little girl was me, and I haven't lost that love of books, as you can tell by the title.

I adore the library for that reason, I could spend all day every day there.
Its from these books that my inspiration is drawn, and of corse from all of you whose lovely blogs inspire me daily. But there's something about a book hand held that has a special quality, I prefer to read words from a page than from a screen, just personal preference.






 



One of my favorite pastimes is spent with a book always at my side, I have a real problem when it come to reading at the most inopportune times, like when I should be helping with supper :)
But there's something about getting lost within those pages, that enthralls me. I feel like a time traveler when ever I scan those pages, what fun it is to lose all sense of reality and of who you are and become that character within those pages. When it comes to reading the possibilities are endless, the world is all your own. I spent this past week in the lovely france, battling alongside joan of arc and a vary old magician, fighting a very ancient monster who was full bent on destroying the city of paris. See what I mean ?

CONFESSION: I really have an obsession when it comes to books.
What is your preference for books and your favorite genres ? I'd love to hear from you.

One Year Blog Birthday !!!

Life can get away from us sometimes (By us I mean me) things, ideas, thoughts, all seem to run when life comes-a-calling, my ever moving mind seems to not like having things to remember, things all cramped into my head and tucked away for some day of the less busy verity. I seem to have gotten away from the blog world for a few days, and what I have missed ! I always feel I'm missing something when I don't read all your lovely posts every day you all inspire me so.

It was this month one year ago that I started this little blog, I was so nervous to start writing being a bit shy, I worried about the first words I would write, I worried if anyone would even care to read my thoughts, how wrong I was for you have graciously let me know otherwise.
 I was pleasantly surprised by all your kindness dear friends, and I have been inspired and have learned so much from all of you, I truly have enjoyed hearing your thoughts ones that often made me think in a deeper way. This blogging experience has been quite exciting and I look forward to visiting your little worlds every day its like reading sweet letters from a friend, I want you all to know that you have blessed my life in ways I cant begin to describe. I wish I could thank you all personally so I say Thank you.

I started this blog to express my thoughts and have a creative outlet, oftentimes I have been at a loss for words and yours have inspired me to dig a little deeper and let the words flow, I have found kindred hearts that seem to speak to me in ways that are inspiringly open. So I am looking forward to another year of inspiration and I have a hidden flickering dream that perhaps I too may inspire someone else because of you and so on.
So dear friends celebrate with me, I have made it through one year when I never saw past one month, and every day I am learning to speak from the heart and hope to continue to learn from you, if that is alright.
much love you you all.

Fireside Knitting

  Winter is a wonderful time for peaceful evenings by the hearth, I love to sit by mine and day dream, as the flames glow there Bright orange hue, by its side I muse all sorts of things personal and non, also I have  whilst enjoying its warmth been knitting. This hearth is of corse imaginary, how I wish My family had a hearth, we do have a lovely stove that throw's delicious heat on a cold winters eve. But thats not why I started writing this.  I have though been musing over lots of things and I have really been knitting, my first hat, I have formerly been a crocheter alone the only other article knitted by my hand was a scarf which was never finished due to a shortage of yarn, but that too, isn't why I started to write this post. Any way, I have found that whilst knitting there is a wonderful time to muse over all sorts of things, and day dream, these are two of my most loved pastimes, while clicking my needles rhythmically and fingers working tirelessly, this thought floated into my head, life is a lot like a work of knitting, How do i mean ? Only that as we tirelessly weave this masterpiece, We fall short we lose heart we "drop stitches", we grow weary and feel that nothing will ever come of our effort, but I feel this is because "WE" feel we must be the ones to knit our life story and we aren't the ones to. I believe if we let the Master knit and weave our life he makes our tapestry more colorful, more original, more pure to who we are as individuals than even we know, more beautiful and full of interest than we could have imagined. We don't have to work tirelessly to make our lives beautiful, it is His presence that will, let us invite Him to hold the knitting needles and knit us a story the world has never seen before, a breathtaking story surprising to even us living it. How beautiful will it be when we put our life in those hands, I promise you he will make it special.

New Morning, New year

 A new morning, I love new mornings the silent still of the earth, the rising sun blanketed in hazy fog the general stir of the home as everything comes to life.
This sunday is so special A new year to look forward to, new dreams, new goals, new possibilities on the horizon, all wrapped up in the new year. A new road never traveled before but a new one full of possibilities all the same, with life and hope waiting for you memories yet to be lived decisions paving that road. yes the new year is so full of promise that I cant wait to see what God has in store. 
And now a word to two thousand and eleven, dearest you have been a strange short year, where were you in such a hurry to go ? you wouldn't stay and chat for even a moment or muse over the days that were so quickly passing, you were full of happy moments, full of tears some of joy some of sadness, full of starts and full of endings. 
What lessons I have learned in two thousand and eleven, looking back it wasn't the best of years it wasn't the most eventful or exciting but it was a meaningful year full of reflection and meditation for me, I have looked within for every post I have posted on this blog and I have learned so much about my self, for that I must thank you dearest readers and blogy friends. I have been thinking about all the things I would like to do in the new year, as I am sure you have done or will do, I will be writing them down later, hopefully. 
I hope all you my friends and readers have a very very happy new year with wonderful blessings on the horizon, I hope you are happy today full of wonderful memories from last year and bright dreams of the future.  
I promise your life is a masterpiece God is paining each and every day, He holds your future in His hands. 
Happy new year 

One Small Child

                         One small child in the land of a thousand
                      One small dream of a savior tonight
               One small hand reaching out to the star light
           One small savior of life.
                                                                One small child, song written by David Meece. 


That tiny life that came, willingly given by His Father to a lost and dying world.In human flesh he came that concealed his wondrous glory, A tiny child. He came into this world as any other child does, but came for a purpose no other could understand, he had a destiny no other has had, and fulfilled that destiny no matter the pain for you, and me.

The hands that would be pierced, tiny and soft held by his mother, did she know the importance of this
 life she was entrusted with ? The face she kissed, as she held her child close did she know the pain He would endure ?

His purpose ? To bring life, everlasting life to you and me, that is what we celebrate at christmas.
Its not just the birthday of a child, but the birth of grace, pure love in the flesh that looked across the echoes of time and all the world all that ever was or would ever be, and came to a humble people in a humble form to be our propitiation for all sins ever committed for all time.
 Unmitigated love, that is what we celebrate at christmas, the pure love of a Father and the pure love and willingness of a Son.
So as we celebrate christmas this year, as we get caught up in the fun this season brings, remember the true and only gift that has ever really has mattered, Jesus the love that came down at christmas and the gift he has given to you and me.

For unto us a child is born,
 unto us a son is given
and his name will be called 
Wonderful Councilor, 
Mighty God , 
Everlasting Father, 
Prince of Peace. 
ISAIAH 9:6 

Happy christmas to all my blogging friends, may this christmas be the most wondrous one for you and your families, as we remember the wonderful gift we gave been given through His coming, His death, and HIs rising to life again.

Through the Eyes of a Child

Close your eyes and remember, remember a time when everything held within its self a quality of enchantment. Remember the dreams, excitement, and charm of life seen through the eyes of a  unburdened  heart.

 

Every moment held an inexpressible characteristic of something, something that could not be described. Why, I ask my self is it that as we grow we lose that special quality to see the lighter things. Why do we become so absorbed in the things that "must be done" that we completely forget about the important things, things like magic and wonder and the beauty of things that are seemingly simple, but can because of some complex reason that I don't understand hold the most meaning to every one involved. 

 I implore you to remember to look at this Christmas season through the eyes of a child, try though it may be hard, to forget about the endless things that need doing, or the many things that are piling up, and be in the moment. Its easy to be overwhelmed at this time of year with parties, presents, family, and our own expectations to make things absolutely perfect. Just remember that the most important things rarely are the big things that we try to with strength and might to pull off, but are the tiny things that take nearly no planing or are the spontaneous and simple things that give us warm happy memories. Things like walks in the winter snow, or traditions that have been passed from generation to generation, I know that even these things take someone planing them to make them happen, and its easy to despise this season because of the work and planning that goes into it but please don't. This christmas look at everything as a child would and find yourself in a wonder world of inspiration and joy, because christmas isn't about all the things we get hung up on, but its about remembering the real reason we have to celebrate. The freedom we have because of one tiny child and the sacrifice that He would ultimately make for all of us.

           All photos via Pintrest








                         

Stylish Blogger Award.

I was award the                                 

                                                                                                   










Thanks to miss Emily  

This is my first tag and as I have never been tagged I am quite excited. 

Now, I am suppose to write seven random facts about my self, hmm seven, that many? I'm not sure I could think of seven, but here goes.
     One. I have had fringes/bangs since I was, I think three.
     Two. I have a cat named after the klondike bars, he's black and white.
     Three. My cat has a brother named after oreo cookies.
     Four. My eyes are hazel green, and my hair is brown. does that count as two facts ?
      Five. I don't have a favorite color, imagine your life seeing only that color, would be boring wouldn't it.
     Six. I love ballet, and took classes when I was younger.
     Seven. I have a pintrest obsession, just ask my family.
   
     Well that wasn't too hard, was it.
   And now heres some lovely blogs I'm passing this award on to
       Rachel Heffington her writing blog gives me such inspiration  Here    
       Miss laurie at Old Fashioned Charm
       Miss Elisabeth Rose at Living on literary lane
       Miss Eve at Essence of eve photography


    Thank you Emily for tagging me, I had fun thinking up the answers.

Thankful Musings

I'm feeling extra sentimental today, perhaps its because I'm far away from the rest of my family, perhaps its because the thought of special  holidays bring lots of special memories to mind. Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I was unable to express all that I'm thankful for here in a post, so today this post is going to get a bit erratic, brace your selfs.
 Firstly my mind has been a playground for my favorite memories they have been flooding my mind all morning and yesterday, as I said being away from half of my family never gets easy as its only happened a few times, I have been thinking about my family how I miss you all, who ever said ''They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer'' was wrong I am missing you all very much, thinking about you all helps.
  Dear thanksgiving you came much too soon this year and while I'm happy you are here I wish you would not have rushed in to my surprise unannounced.
speaking of thanksgiving, while on pintrest I saw a picture that reminded me of our thanksgivings from my childhood, when I was little my mother made my older sister, myself and younger brother a special hat this picture reminded me of those, we fancied ourselves little pilgrims with our little white bonnets fashioned in the style worn by the first settlers, and our younger brother had a cute little blue cap that reminded me of a sailors winter hat. I loved those hats, but  haven't thought about them in a very long time.

I know my family and I will have our own special celebration for giving thanks when we are all together again, but for now heres a few things I'm very thankful for.

Firstly my family you are my candle of inspiration in this life you make my life so colorful in your own special ways and I cannot imagine my life without you.

 God has surely blessed us this year with an over abundance of his grace and love, His blessings have profusely multiplied in every way. 

 Gods unmitigated love to this world that takes my breath away each and every moment, it is truly beautiful to behold. 

each breath I take on this wonderful earth that He created,  the wonder all around me and the eyes he gave me to see it. 

 Good friends near and far, Good music, and Happy moments that seem to etch themselves into my memory. 

A creative heart that I hope to never lose, and use for Gods glory. 

Colors life would be so dull with out them, 

  and a place to call home. 

and how could I forget all you wonderful friends i now have via blogs you are all wonderful and bring me happiness, especial now that you have so graciously allowed me to be so arbitrary and understand. 

Until its time to go home I'll have to be happy with thinking about home, and fill my mind with all the things  have to be thankful for in this season.  How about you, what are you thankful for I would love to hear.  

Sending you love 

Blog Interview

 Hello to all my wonderful readers.
 My how long its been since I last posted something, this is due though to my being away from home. So I thought I'd post something I forgot to post a wile ago, I was interviewed by Miss Jemimah C at her lovely blog Beautiful Blank Pages, she has had quite a few wonderful blog interviews there, I would encourage you to head over to her blog and meet some new friends. If you want to read my interview you can do so here . also look around her blog its quite lovely.
  Have a wonderful day.

The Simple Things

As I slipped under my soft bed covers last night, and closed my eyes an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness washed over me, I am warm, safe and cozy in my bed, I drew up the soft quilts around me a happy contented feeling started deep within my heart and spread all over me. I uttered a soft prayer to thank my father for all His BLESSINGS in my life,  my mind flew to all the people out in the world cold, alone, hopeless, my prayer changed and I uttered a prayer for all those who have so much less than I have.
I was half way on my journey to the land of dreams, but my mind was still lit aflame with the torch of thankfulness I looked at my life, and I realized I'm truly rich. My life it full of beauty I'm surrounded by the most wonderful family any one could ask for, a family who teaches me many wonderful things just be being them selfs, things like inner strength, love that sees beyond the eyes, and the beauty of self sacrifice. I'm loved deeply by the Creator of the universe, He has blessed me with an imagination and a dreaming heart that keep me very busy even when I'm not dong anything at all. Its the little things in this life that we sometimes over look, things like,
                                         a warm bed, soft sheets

 a favorite nightie

 a sunny smile, blustery wind,

         happy banter between siblings and memories that capture these and make them last forever.
   How wonderful this life truly is, sometimes its not big things that make a life rich, but the small things that give our life that golden glow, when we look back on our life they are the blessings that gave us the most happiness. I am thinking about all the small things that aren't really small at all, they may be small to the eye but are really bigger on the inside.
                            Thank you Father for all the "small'' blessings happy sigh. 
   Remember its the small blessings that bring the most pleasure, look around your life and you will see your life is beautiful too. 

First day of summer.

My how this month has flown ! is it really the first day of summer ? How can this be, where did spring go. Does it seem like time goes by faster as one gets older ? This is a tragedy to me will I see no more the long listless days of childhood bliss filled with day dreams and a fancy to fulfill every childish whim. I can be so dramatic, excuse my momentary wail about time and its ever moving ever going never stopping. I wonder if it ever gets tired. Oh well, movin on. I have just returned from the beach with my two older  brothers, and my older sister, and my younger brother, and no thats not all of us. Sadly my older siblings could not join us as they are on a different job out of state. also sadly we were not there for a vacation, but a job, altho i must say one can get quite spoiled living by the beach, who doesn't like being lulled to sleep by the sound of crashing waves and soft bird calls. I must say even though you may be working its hard not to be inspired by ones surroundings. Here are some pictures from the two weeks spent on the beach

         aren't they cute ? my older sister Hannah and my younger brother Joseph.
          
                  

 Our view of the beach from the front porch of the beach house where we have stayed every time we come to do this Job. Its getting to feel like home.

My brothers on the roof, left to right, Josiah and Joshua.I'm so proud of all the wonderful work they do.

                                                                                    

                                                                   Me       Hannah           Joseph  

The House we painted, there is  nothing like good hard work to make one feel good about ones self and proud of all of ones siblings who can work like nobodies business and complete things never imagined. I will Hopefully post more on our trip and post more pictures soon.
   Until next time.

Spring !!!

   I know spring is not for another two days, but it is a particularly balmy day here in Connecticut
and I am glorying in the beauty of the sun !! It seemed winter would never end but at last it has. I'm not implying my distain for winter, but this one has been different with half of my family being away working far from home.
There is really something that changes when spring comes in all its sunshiny glory with lady bugs and ants, and sweet bird song to serenade us, can't you feel it in the air ?? The breezes are sweet, the rain brings new life to the long sleeping foliage. I don't think I need to say that I love this time of year, but I will, I love spring!! God was surely smart to put spring after winter its a perfect transition from winter cold to summer. I would love to hear what you are doing to prepare for spring.
Enjoy the rest of the day.

Rene Lelong
A spring day at the shore 

My first blog post.

Hello world !! I am so excited to begin this blogging journey, in which I hope to inspire others.
My wonderful mother thought up the name for me, I think its quite brilliant. Why Hope's Treasures ? you may ask, firstly, my middle name is hope, I couldn't think of a name that spoke what I wanted to capture in this blog using my first name, so my mother so graciously agreed to help me. She came up with a list of wonderful names, as she read them to me I asked my self how I could choose just one from such a lovely assortment. And then when she said hope's Treasures I knew immediately that it was the one for me.
Secondly Treasures ,because I will try and write about all the things I treasure, from my family to everything that inspires me be it music, drawing, writing or anything else. Also I now have a place to write about Hope and what the Bible says about it, mostly hope is misunderstood as wishful thinking and it shouldn't be taken that lightly, its a strong spiritual force just like faith and I hope to shed some light on this subject through the Word, songs, poems, and what others have said on the subject.
Mainly I want to spread hope and inspiration even if in some small way, I can't wait to get started !!
Love