
THE ORPHAN
THE ORPHAN
The little boy stood at the traffic lights looking forlorn, unkempt, and decidedly worn out. He was one of the most compassionate evoking ragamuffins the world had ever seen.
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THE ORPHAN
The little boy stood at the traffic lights looking forlorn, unkempt, and decidedly worn out. He was one of the most compassionate evoking ragamuffins the world had ever seen.
She sat on the cold, hardwood flooring in her now empty and lonely bedroom. Her hands were in her lap and she was weeping quietly. Tomorrow she and her family would be flying out to live in another country.
God laid this song on my heart in the early hours of yesterday morning: “ Christ alone the Cornerstone”, then the parable of the wise and the foolish man and lastly the verse from Ephesians 3:17.
When I sensed the Lord wanting to share what’s on my heart this morning, my reaction was “OH NO LORD!”
In a very obscure and not well known art gallery, hung a painting of a Spanish senorita.She was a flamenco dancer dressed in a red costume with layers and layers of frills edged with gold tassels.
“A JOURNEY OF A THOUSAND MILES BEGINS WITH ONE SMALL STEP”.
I am so excited to introduce you to my first guest blogger Sumi.
WHAT “IF ING.”
I’m sure you are wondering what on earth is Olga talking about now? What “if ing” is when we start to catastrophize everything in our minds, and, it is a major thinking error in most of our lives. It is prevalent in those who struggle with anxiety.
I am so excited to introduce you to my next guest blogger: my sister Linda Madhoo. She is a great source of inspiration for me.
On a recent trip to the ocean, my husband and I discovered a huge, dark grey boulder at the edge of the beach. The tide
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