If God is beckoning from my memories, I decide to take a moment to look for Him there. My past is a series of images, a pile of disjointed scraps, not one obviously embossed with the divine. If I piece [...]
If God is beckoning from my memories, I decide to take a moment to look for Him there. My past is a series of images, a pile of disjointed scraps, not one obviously embossed with the divine. If I piece [...]
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Unleashing Our Hearts Through Dogs
posted 6:38:07pm May. 21, 2013 | read full post »
Gramma Good’s Tributes to Mothers
posted 3:51:46pm May. 15, 2013 | read full post »
Finding a Soul Mate
posted 7:02:13pm May. 09, 2013 | read full post »
Gramma Good's View on Society and Values
posted 9:31:23am May. 02, 2013 | read full post »
The Power of Creative Words, Time and Space
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