It was a pivotal day.
The earliest memory I have of seeing him was on my 8th birthday; my dad
Walked through the doors into a house full of children playing
I was in the middle of something which I don’t even remember
because my eyes caught a hold of him.
I love to write. These writings come from my time in the Word of God, from observation, and trails in life. I pray that you will be blessed as you read them.