Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Journal of Stories, Thoughts, and Poems.

  Blessings A privilege to make the tea; I get to make some bread. A blessing to stand at my sink: my loved ones have been fed A happiness to dust and clean; I get to make the bed. A blessing to walk with my Lord: I could be lost instead. *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** With love, hugs, and prayers. ❤️🤗🙏

  Photo: Aaron Burden. Unsplash Precious Book Come read a story so deep and true Divine and special and written for you The earthly love books all fall in the dust: shallow and sinful their focus on lust  Come read a story so trusted and good through many attacks it has boldly withstood The earthly love books so cheap and unclean no hope do they hold all fake glitter and gleam Come read a story full of love so true  The Story of One Who died for you too *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand ***