Sacredness

Gentle country music caresses my kitchen walls, wrapping around my recently-cleared table and fast-emptying mug of coffee. There is something sacred about Saturday mornings. Something sacred about the more leisurely pace of life. Blinking wide-eyed at a nonexistent alarm clock... Watching my husband move in his sleep...ย  Reading my Bible while still snuggled under paisley... Continue Reading →

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