Come...and Behold Him!

Though I am not sure where the idea of a Christmas tree came from, I love it when we gather around ours with comfort and joy.  The comfort is the hope that is upon us and the gift of eternal life given us because of Jesus’ death on the tree.  The beautiful twinkling lights on our tree gleam a testimony of His Glory!

The ornaments remind me of the decorative splendor with which His kindness and forgiveness adorns my life.  The star on top of the tree beams hope with a heavenward ray, reminding me that from there He shall come again. 

I do tend to go over board at Christmas “decking the halls”, but why not?  It is truly the greatest reason to celebrate, the birth of our Lord and Savior. Sometimes the burden of the season locks us in anxiety, distress, grief and depression.  But when we call upon Him, He moves right into our situation and offers His unfailing love bringing us healing and deliverance from any despair and anxiety, bringing us comfort and joy. 

The season is upon us, and in celebrating…make it His!

I GOT FROGGED!

The weather has been absolutely beautiful here in the Ozarks.  As I often do, I went outside to enjoy my morning coffee and take advantage of God’s magnificent canvas full of brilliant fall foliage and the unusual 70 degree temperatures we’ve been having in November.  It was early and I was still in my PJ’s.  Usually nobody is out that early in the morning, so I wasn’t too worried about neighbors.  My cat who is always a willing participant whenever I go out the door, eagerly trotted outside with me.

I set my left hand down on the patio seat as I went to sit down. I could feel something moving under my hand, but I ignored it as I took a sip of my coffee which was in my right hand.  The movement under my hand was persistent.  I couldn’t figure out what my cat was nudging at my hand for, so without looking, as I often do, I just gave her a little pat, but kept my hand on her so she would know I was there.

All of a sudden, I thought… “Wait! That’s my cat walking across the deck!”

I jumped so fast to my feet, spilling my coffee all over me, wondering what the heck was under my hand.  YUCK!  I yelped out loud and stepped away …it was a FROG!  It quickly moved to the corner and tried to hide by the arm of the chair hoping I didn’t see him!   He was panting so hard, his eyes were huge!  That poor little thing had such a fright, and no doubt he was more scared than I was.  I looked up and realized the neighbors were outside having their coffee out on their deck also, and I could hear them laughing at me.

Later that day, when I was sharing with my husband my eventful morning, he asked me where it happened, so I told him the details and told him to come out and see where it happened.  What?  That little frog was still there! His little legs were tucked in and he was sacked out in the same little corner of the patio chair. 

 

I couldn’t help but wonder how often we’ve been so frightened by events in our lives, hurts, and betrayals that we would rather quickly hide our face or camouflage our emotions so that they are unrecognizable.  Just like that frightened little frog, these events sometimes leave us paralyzed.   

Has life ever frightened you and become so burdensome or weary that you would just rather sleep than take another step?  Jesus understands weariness and can free you from these burdens.  The rest Jesus promises is love, healing, purpose and peace of mind with God.  He is the One who not only knows your weariness but who says, “I’ll walk the next step with you because I’ve been where you are”. 

Come to Me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

~ Matthew 11:28 

Just Trust Me

This week I was reminded that God’s timing is amazing!  How He manages to orchestrate the intricate details in the manuscript of life is so awesome!  He knows exactly what both precedes and follows.  I have always heard He will not give you more than you can handle, but once again I was at a stand still, with no where to go but to...

Trust In Him

You see my daughter who was expecting her first child was just beginning her labor, when she went into a seizure and the doctor had to perform an emergency cesarean delivery to stabilize my daughter.  Cesarean births have been happening for a long time, but without warning, what happened to her is extremely rare and usually the results are fatal.   What seemed like an eternity, was only minutes when she came out and said to my son in law, your wife is fine come see your son, he is fine too. 

Today, I lift my hands in praise and thanksgiving for the miracle in my daughter’s life.  Yesterday she met her son and held him for the first time, today I give thanks for His unfailing love and faithfulness.  I prayed and He answered.

Don’t be afraid. Just Trust Me

~ Mark 5:36

(PS)  The little girl in this photo is our great-granddaughter, and the photograph was taken by our granddaughter…How awesome is that!?!

Trinie's Tune

Every year as fall approaches I am reminded of the loss of my beloved grandmother who raised me as a child.  

Immediately following her passing, I returned home from the Land of Enchantment and was inspired to paint this quirky abstract that has baffled most of my family why I would have painted this on the passing of someone so dear to me. 

Let me share a little story. Like most artist, I was obsessed to put this down on canvas while my heart was full of emotion and passion.  It’s not one of my best, but what this painting means to me is priceless. In this abstract is a personal reminder of my grandmother who was a perfect example of someone who learned to discover the rhythm of her heart and soul and be in perfect harmony with her Creator.  She had a spiritual melody that was always in rhythm with God and that rhythm kept her going in her routine of life. I don’t think she ever had the opportunity to play music, or sing, but she was the queen of whistling.  When family gets together, I begin sharing some of the same stories, how as a little girl I would stray and wander off, but I could always find my grandmother, because all I had to do was be still and listen for my grandmother whistling a tune, usually her favorite hymn. We all laugh and share each others stories. The colors are bold and vibrant just like my grandmother was, she was never afraid or hesitant to share her eternal melodies with strangers or straying family members for that matter. 

I always keep this painting I call, “Trinie’s Tune” close to me…it doesn’t really go with my décor. But it’s a strong reminder when I find myself straying or wandering, to be still and discover the melody in my heart that harmonizes with God…it makes beautiful music.

~ Be still, and know that I am God!

Psalms 46:10

What Were You Like As A Little Girl?

Last night I shared some great conversation over a cup of coffee with some lovely ladies. Some of us met for the first time, some were casual acquaintances.  The first question that got us started was ...

“What Were You Like As A Little Girl?  

What Similarities Do You See In Who You Are Now?”  

As the evening hour progressed we explored what true beauty is and how it points to God. We learned that beauty isn’t in the feeling, it is in the action.  Boy…did we have some good laughs on that one. 

Obviously, we all primped and poofed our hair, and looked in the mirror before we left the house and said… “Girl, I look good tonight.” We each individually and candidly dove into which specific character quality we would like to cultivate, why and what step of action we need to take to bring more of it out.  Our choices were a) vulnerability; b) stillness; c) loyalty; d) risk taking; and e) resilience.  We enjoyed reading Psalms 139:1-17 and sharing what parts of this scripture makes us secure in Christ.  We concluded that Christ is truly our only security and everything beautiful is of God.  Appearance is important to us, and we spend a lot of time and money improving it.  But how much effort do we put into developing our inner beauty?  

  

After I got home, I was reminded of the story of a lovely lady named Rebekah.  She not only was a knock out, but what made her truly beautiful was that she was a woman with an attitude of service who went beyond the expected.  Staying focused on things that are eternal and demonstrating patience, kindness and joy are also beauty treatments that help us become truly lovely on the inside.  I just want to say thank you to all the beautiful women that I met with last night…what an honor! We ended the night with this verse as our prayer. 

Search Me, O God, and Know My Heart;

Test Me and Know My Thoughts.

 ~ Psalms 139:23

My Picasso

Tender moments and lasting memories are most often the result of sharing simple things.  

This summer I shared my hobby with my granddaughters for the first time. Up to now, my paint brushes and art stuff has been off limits and in the "do not touch" category, but this summer, well it was time to graduate to the real stuff.  They have shared the water color books and my not so good brushes, but this year their eyes lit up when I told the girls they could use real paint and my real brushes. I gave them a little pink, green, yellow and blue acrylic paint and had them start their own creation.  Not really sure what to do, one of them started by drawing her favorite flowers and almost immediately, with the skill of a professional artist,  she  began adding her leaves and just like that she created her first masterpiece. 

Much to my delight the end result has been worth more than any art lesson I could have shared with them that day.  

 Pablo Picasso, the famous artist once said ... "Every child is an Artist.  The problem is how to remain an Artist once he/she grows up." 

They reminded me that sometimes in the grind of life we lose our sense of childlike wonder and that we should trust God with a child's simplicity and receptivity.  There are many ways to measure success, but doing the things you can, and letting God handle the things you can't, makes beautiful art on the canvas of our lives. 

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

~ Matthew 11:28

Capture The Moment

Often the days go by and I realize how sad the loss when I took a moment for granted and forgot to appreciate the many blessings in my life. Not big things, you see, but the “joy of enjoying” the warmth of the sun, the fragrance of flowers, or the silky taste of a great olive oil.  Sometimes, I forget to enjoy the simple pleasures such as a beautiful sunset and the freshness of dawn or the kindness of friends and the love of my family who so unselfishly give.  I realize that God wants us to be filled with HIS joy.  So much joy that it overflows!  When we have a consistent relationship with Him, we will transcend the rolling waves of circumstances in our lives.  So, capture the moments all around you and lock them in your heart until it overflows with joy.

Always be full of joy in the Lord.  I say it again – rejoice!

~ Philippians 4:4

Hot Flashes, High Heels & Hormones

I was just cleaning out my garage the other day, and BINGO, a surge as they call it, came over me. I found a box full of high heel shoes from way back when.  Let me tell you, it was the mother load of some of my favorites.  I have had these treasures long enough for them to be back in style.  Some were exotic. Some were flashy.  Some were from Spain. Some were Italian with lots of bling-bling and studs.  My hormones levels must have skyrocketed, because I was so excited at discovering my national hidden treasure, I was dizzy and

 

I Knew If I Moved Too Fast, I Might Pass Out. 

I composed myself and like any menopausal woman would do I pulled them all out, reminisced about the outfit that went with each pair of shoes, and what the occasion was.  But here’s the best part, I was CONFIDENT I could still fit into these delicate little creations.  I looked down at my slightly swollen feet, and proceeded to squeeze into them.  Mind you, my little granddaughters are watching my frenzy trying to squeeze into these shoes.  The look on their eyes as I braced myself to stand in my 5” heels that wrapped all the way around my slightly swollen ankles was priceless. For a split second, I was metaphor sized back to a twenty-something year old in my high heels.   I amazed myself as I stood up with such precision and grace, and balance; my young audience was a gasp and shared my joy! 

Then I tried to take a step.  Yep, you got it! I was like a drunken sailor in my own garage… “whoa… whoa…” I yelped for help.  My little girls came to my rescue and as I collapsed, we laughed, and laughed and laughed.  Now they have quite a bit of designer shoes to their little collection of make believe, but that afternoon I had a heavenly HOT FLASH!  I was so reminded that everything is in God’s timing, in my youth I wore high heel shoes, now I smile when I see a young lady in her beautiful high heels.  The secret to peace with God is to discover, accept, and appreciate God’s perfect timing.

So I concluded that there is nothing better for people than to be

happy and to enjoy themselves as long as they can.

~ Ecclesiastes 3:12

Distress Signal

Recently I was floating on the lake and chatting with a friend. We looked like a couple of geese as we were soaking in the sun, and as girlfriends often do, we were reflecting on some deep wounds and how they have affected us in our lives when we were young and how our personal characters have been sculpted because of these emotional and difficult, and sometimes painful events in our lives. I was surprised as she described me as an angry person back when, though as any girlfriend would do, she was quick to tell me, how much I have changed. I have to say for a split second…

I Felt A Little Angry!

Of all the character descriptions, that would not have been the one I would like to be remembered as, however I appreciated her keeping it real. I know that some of my deep wounds have required a long period of healing, but as I thought about it she was right. I was sending out “distress signals" back then, but they were easily misunderstood. What I have learned is that, anger is a very necessary step in working through pain of deep emotional injury from another. Anger, (without vengeance) is God’s mechanism for protecting us when we have been hurt by another. My point is this, when I was in distress and had no escape from my pain, I took it directly to God and He listened. I just love the thought of God bending down and listening, don't you?

From the Lord comes my deliverance!

~ Psalms 3:8

BABY BOY!

My heart is filled with overwhelming joy and anticipation in the arrival of two new grandsons. I haven't met our little boys yet, but I love them so much.

BABY BOY!

I am flooded with memories of raising my own son, and the FUN we had growing up together. I didn't have an owners manual when he entered the world, wish I would have. You see, he was my first. By the time my daughter came along, I wasn't so uptight and had figured out a few things, thanks to the support of my mother-in-law and her amazing sisters who would laugh at me when I would call about a crisis I was having that day!

Now, I can't wait till I hold these little boys, one is due in September and the other in November. I pray for their safe arrival, and I pray that I can be instrumental in them having a relationship with their Creator. I pray that I can be an example and be of encouragement for them to live wisely in all they do.

Where Are You?

 

Yesterday, my little cat Sunny was locked out of the house accidentally. I found myself feeling a little sad at the thought that I may not find her. She has always been an indoor cat, and isn't familiar with the outside world. I just kept going to the front door and calling her name, and whispering little prayers that she would find her way home.

"Sunny, Where Are You?"

I kept searching in all her favorite hiding places inside our home in case she was ignoring me. Anyone who has had a cat knows what I am talking about, they can ignore you all day if they choose too. I found myself going to one of my favorite pictures of my daughter holding my dear Sunny. Well that night, I decided I would wait-up all night by the door if I had to, and wait patiently for her to return. It was about 20 degrees that evening, so I put on my warmest jacket, my Ugg boots, gloves, scarf, and cracked the door open, and sat there calling for her. As I sat there calling her, I was reminded how much our Heavenly Father loves us, calls us, and how patiently HE waits for us, it is never too late to come home. After what seemed like the longest night, little Sunny came walking in the door. She was cold and hungry, but ever so grateful to be home and see me, by the sound of her purring. Well we rejoiced and celebrated at the return of our furry friend, and called all family members that had worried with us. We held her tight, gave her kisses, checked her thoroughly to make sure she wasn't injured. I can only imagine the celebration we'll have when we see our Heavenly Father who waits patiently for us with HIS open arms? Can you?

Angel Wings

 

“I love the angel wings, Grammi!”  I quickly looked up as one of my little granddaughters proclaimed with excitement.  Could it be she really was seeing heavenly hosts in my living room?  There was no way my home could be good enough to entertain a majestic visitor!  My eyes scanned the room with such precision that only Grammi’s possess, but I couldn’t see anything. For a split second I was a little bit afraid of where this might be going, and I was reluctant to encourage the imaginary intelligence of this little precocious preschooler.  She caught me scanning the room and once again she proclaimed,  

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” 

Well, by then I was convinced only she had been given the ability to see what I couldn’t.  I asked her, “You see angel wings?”  With an assured confidence, she nodded yes. I delicately asked her, “Can you show Grammi where the angel wings are?”  Without any hesitation she points in the direction of the piano, and there it was.  I could it see through the eyes of a child, the “Angel Wings” were nothing more than a crystal bowl I received as a wedding present from my best friends many years ago.  But now I see it completely different.   That day I realized I WAS in the presence of three little angels staying at Grammi’s, but I was also reminded as clearly as the crystal bowl that we are to continue to love each other with true Christian love.  Not forgetting to show hospitality to strangers, neighbors, co workers, or friends that need HIS love.    

Don’t forget to show hospitality to strangers, for some who have done this

Have entertained angels without realizing it!

- Hebrews 13:2

Deadly Disclosures

So, I’ve been sick with a cold and sinus bug, but I have to tell you, I couldn’t put it down! This book is intriguing and full of suspense! I just finished reading the first book in series of three Dinah Harris mystery books, written by the Australian writer Julie Cave. 


Set in the most powerful city, Washington DC, there are people willing to kill for secrets that could change the very foundation and principals of which this great country was founded on, with unknown catastrophic results. And there is one person, Thomas Whitfield, Secretary of the Smithsonian, willing to die to expose the undeniable truth of our Creator. This suspense-filled fiction is combined with stunning revelations of intrigue and conspiracies. Great description of the characters and the author brilliantly entwines their connection, with a few revealing surprises at the end. 


The battle still continues between evolutionists and Christianity and how science is pivotal in this argument. A must read book; you will love Dinah Harris, the FBI agent who struggles with her own shortcomings and experiences the redemptive power of Christ. Visit her website @ julie cave.com Let me know what you think!

RIP My Friend, RH "Bob" Hawkins, Sr. (1922-2010)

This week I learned that one of my bosses from a long time ago graduated from this life and is now at home with his Lord and Savior after a long and arduous struggle with Parkinson’s disease. I don’t begin to understand why people come into our lives, sometimes for a season, but this remarkable man and his wife, Shirley made a deep and lasting impression on my life. His dedication to “helping the hurts of people” was clearly evident in his enthusiastic approach to doing the work of the Lord. Some people are chosen to serve and honor the Kingdom, and Bob was one of them. He sowed many, many seeds through the thousands of books he published and sold with unsurpassed passion. I can see his great smile and the way his face lit up with excitement when a galley came in. That season, when I went to work for him at Harvest House Publishers, I was one of those broken and hurting people. I was able to see and learn more about Gods unfailing love, and hope that was available to me by God’s grace. Being young, I had no idea what a giant this man was in the Christian publishing industry, all I know is that I am so blessed to have known Bob Hawkins and to be a first hand witness on his bold approach in working on things that are eternal, what an inspiration!

Be strong and steady, always enthusiastic about the Lord’s work,
for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless.

- 1 Corinthians 15:58

God's Sovereign Majesty

Even in the gloomiest of winter's day,

the brilliance of His Presence is worthy of praise!

A Sweetheart Chosen

With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I realized that I have shared 28 years of my life with My Sweetheart. YES I still call him My Sweetheart!

What might have started as a steamy episode between lovers, life with this gentle giant has been one filled with adventure!

I am so grateful that God has been orchestrating HIS love in both of our lives. Because of HIS love, I can appreciate the devotion and tenderness of My Sweetheart. HIS love has taught me to grow in love, to forgive, to trust and to love others.

There are three things that will endure - Faith, Hope, and Love

- The Greatest of These Is Love.

- 1 Corinthians 13:13

Love Is Dancing The Hokie Pokie

She has never had a dance lesson, but Kyrstin, our little Great Granddaughter has skillfully mastered every move in the "Hokie-Pokie" dance.

When she visits her "Papa and Gramma Berta" she is so eager to show us her grace and elegance as she stretches and points her right foot in, and puts her right foot out and then she shakes it all about. She does the "Hokie-Pokie" and she turns herself around. Now that's what I'm talking about.

"Love Is Priceless"

We all applauded as if we've just seen a ballet show on Broadway, and then she continues on with her left foot, and repeats the whole thing again. The best one is when she throws her whole self in, and throws her whole self out..well, what can I say, you know the rest of the song because admit it, you are singing along right now. Aren't you? I wish I could hear you!

At that moment, this precious little two and half year old has just asked her 70-something year old Papa to dance with her, and without reluctance he jumps to his feet and is entertaining the rest of us with his skill and dance moves. Mind you, he's learned a few steps watching Dancing With The Stars. That night only one star was in the room and that was Kyrstin. Do you suppose our Heavenly Father watches us with such delight as we do our loved ones? I think so. He allows us to be called his children. That night was priceless. Love is priceless. 

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.

- John 3:16

Grammi, How Did God Make Me?

This past weekend, we had our three little granddaughters spend the night so that mommy and daddy could have a date night. Well their usual MO is talking us into letting them stay up late so they can spend time with us. How can I resist their brilliant logic of negotiating! Of course you know the rest of the story, these little girls are up at the crack of dawn ready to play and make the most of their day! While we were having breakfast at 7:30 in the morning, my four year old granddaughter asked me,

"Grammi, How Did God Make Me?"

Mind you, I am working on solely one cup of coffee at this time. I knew this was a God wink, and I had to think fast! Lately this particular granddaughter has become aware of some of my artwork around the house. She is always so complimentary and just makes me feel like I am the best artist around. The best way I could explain it to her was to relate it to how Grammi likes to make things, I told her God is an artist too and He made her cute little face, hands, her smile and her little heart and put it all into her mommy's tummy until she was born, and when He saw what He had created, He said Kiana Moon is so beautiful and good, that He did it again. Then mommy had Kalea Star, and God said Wow! She is beautiful too, so God did it again and then Lilija May was born! For now, all the kids just smiled at this story. And marveled at how creative God is to make them all so special because there is no one else that looks like them.

We Are God's Masterpieces!
- Ephesians 2:10

Valentine's Day with Friends

As Valentine’s Day approaches I get all excited at the thought of getting a bright red box shaped like a heart full of little chocolate surprises. Some with nuts, some with caramels, some with those yummy sugary marshmallows, some with chocolate that squishes out at every bite, I can hardly wait! I just wanted to share one of my most memorable Valentines Day I ever had. I guess with the snow falling outside and the aroma of the fireplace burning inside, it has triggered a delightful memory that I just have to share with you. We were at our Lake Arrowhead house, and I invited a few friends over for a romantic weekend. I figured every one could use a break from the hectic schedules we had. I had a dozen red roses in each of their rooms as a surprise; the down comforters had all been fluffed. I had stocked up on some fine wines to share. I had made reservations in one of the most romantic restaurants on the Lake, had ordered flowers for our table to surprise my friends who were celebrating their anniversary on Valentines Day. Well, this particular Valentines Day turned out to be one of the largest snow storms in the history of Lake Arrowhead. As the last couple crept up into our driveway, we were all giddy (remind you we’re Californians) at the snow falling. As the snow flakes, the size of chicken feathers fell and accumulated outside we quickly realized that we were not going to be able to get out of our steep driveway. We called the restaurant where we had dinner reservations to cancel, and much to our surprise they offered to send a driver to pick us up. Well we were ecstatic, and up for the adventure…they sent a huge van to pick us up and all ten of us piled in and off we were. Let me tell you, that ride into town was like an “E” ticket at Disneyland®. The roads were treacherous and slick, we were all sliding around banging our heads, some major S.O.S. (slide over sweetheart) going on. We finally slid into our destination, had an awesome dinner and dessert, enjoyed some great wine, the flowers were beautiful and the fellowship of friends was one that I will never forget. We were the only ones in the restaurant that evening, but the memory and laughter we all shared that night was for a lifetime. As it turned out, what I thought would be a one night stand for Valentines Day, ended up being snowed in for days! We shared great conversations over breakfasts and lunch we had gourmet dinners, played in the snow, rode our sleds down the hill, played some pool, danced to the cool sounds of Motown, and just laughed our heads off! I’m reminded of Solomon’s - There Is A Time For Everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die. A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to give grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to embrace and a time to turn away. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace. That night God had made everything beautiful for its own time.

-Ecclesiastes 3:1-14

So... "What Is Your Story? Tell Me Your Story"

Recently I was at a brunch with a group of new found friends that gathered to celebrate the anticipated arrival of a new baby girl. As I sat around the dining room table, enjoying a cup of coffee, and taking pleasure in the delicious French toast, quiche and array of fresh fruits on my plate, one of the ladies sat next to me. After a few minutes of idle conversation she asked me …

“What Is Your Story”?

 

Time stood still, and I was sure I looked like a deer in headlights amidst the fog that was in my head. No one had ever asked me anything so personal? What did this stranger really know about me, what had she heard? Could she possibly know any of my secrets? I realized at the moment I didn’t know anything about her, though we’ve been at Bible study together for two years. We’ve shared private prayers together, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve hugged and we’ve learned from one another and yet knew so little about each other. As I sat there speechless with a fork in my hand, for what seemed like an entire lifetime, I heard her say again… “You know, tell me your story, what are you all about. What makes you tick?”

At that moment, as I sat there in silence and realized how could I, possibly verbalize the fragments of what had once been my shattered life over a cup of coffee. Could I trust this friend with my inner most secrets? Was she just being polite? As I came to grips with the realization how brief my life here on earth is and that each moment we have is but a breath. I found myself freely sharing my story. My story of redemption and about God’s unfailing love demonstrated towards me through my wonderful grandmother who raised me after she had raised her own family.

Always a very private person, I amazed myself speaking of all the good things in my life. I felt as though my words were on fire. In speaking of the good things in my life, I realized how blessed my life has been because of my rich ancestry and through God’s amazing grace. Though by this time, by the look on my friends face, I’m sure she regretted asking me, “What is your story”.

Thank you to my friend for your genuine and candid approach that made me stop and evaluate what is my story. I discovered something wonderful and glorious that morning. We ALL have a wonderful story when we are part of God’s eternal family. You CAN trust all your secrets to Him.

Today I want to share...