“…The loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.” — Henry Ward Beecher I’ve witnessed creation’s expanse through natural windows so many times, looms, like the weave of these limbs, provide a glimpse into a divine expanse, andContinue reading “Loom of Life”
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