Joy is the walk, footsteps we take regardless of our circumstances.
Love is zest, the embrace of one another unconditionally without preconceived notion. Hope is a corridor of tomorrow.
Peace is be still and know that He is always with us.
Breathing is the moment we say Amen!
Everybody spread the word, We’re gonna have a celebration, All across the world, In every nation, It’s time for the good times…
We are nine years old today. Yes, it started as a fluke but here we are. Feeling like a proud mama. Thank you for visiting and reading my shenanigans.
When the world seems lonely out there and you just want to curl up under a sheet and let time go, to realizing it caught wind of a passerby and stalled. Nothing happens by accident. All have a purpose. One may not know today but in due time it will be self explanatory, a blur, a passing sentence on a embellished article. A story within a story of an interesting journey.