I’m having a reoccurring dream. I think there is a message in it. For me and perhaps for someone else. Old stains. Old stains. Dirty strains. Strains too deep, too wide, too dark. The white shirt is soiled. I am ashamed to wear it. But wait. What’s this? Water and an iron? It’s work. Applying
Tag: Blood of JESUS
The Summer is passing quickly. And ABBA is answering many prayers. The GRANDS and I are enjoying each others company and we each are learning from the other. It’s good! I do miss gathering here at The White Stone as often as before. But I am so glad to be here today. 🙂 As I
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