“ Sometimes thatwhich we fearstrengthens ourspirit and givesus a splashof hope. ”
Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.
~ Harley King
I feel the healinghands of Godtouch my heartand kiss my soul.
Sometimes memory is the only gift we give ourselves and the only hope we have of finding our way home.
Hope is a gift. Use it wisely.
