We recognize and know these treasures washed onto the beach. We enjoy their beauty and variety tumbling in the waves, settling on the sand.
How do they draw you into the adventures of the imagination?
Seashells
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
We recognize and know these treasures washed onto the beach. We enjoy their beauty and variety tumbling in the waves, settling on the sand.
How do they draw you into the adventures of the imagination?
With the Eyes of the Heart 