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Hold Me On the Carpet Here
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
At the altar Wednesday, Julie held me. At the altar Thursday, Grandpa Gary cradled me on one side and Carrie…
Art is conversation. It’s one heart speaking back to another. Please enter in with me today with open arms. Allow…
So, I’m going to share this. But I’m putting this big caution at the beginning because I remember when my…
“The wise woman builds up her house,but the foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.” — Proverbs 14:1…
Follow me over to splatter joy! for today’s poem: “The God Who Loves Pink.” cheers! postscript: Wow! Can I just…