Hands Like Mine Trust in God, the mania called “vocation.” His will thrives writhes, waiting to be filled. Saint Matthew from the Ebbo Gospel Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
Goodbye Ache fades like any other thing, falls like a gangrene limb. Love is a story your mother lived once, before your father changed it to patience. Either way, practice. It helps to shut your eyes, but please, remember my hands. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
Full Yield do not sacrifice service for self-love nor compassion for service. rather, love selflessly, service Love. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook