I am yearning for snow…fresh and untouched, a winter wonderland of stillness and peace that covers all the pain and grief of the past months.
What kind of space are you yearning for?
Winter light
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
I am yearning for snow…fresh and untouched, a winter wonderland of stillness and peace that covers all the pain and grief of the past months.
What kind of space are you yearning for?
With the Eyes of the Heart 