His grace, our faith, fingers entwined, arms swinging in joy.
Joy is the offspring of a faith/grace union.
I've been walking this Holy week reverently.
Treading lightly.
(Which was well because there were raisins on the stairs today.)
Treading lightly.
(Which was well because there were raisins on the stairs today.)
I've been quiet.
Because really, I have no words to say....
To thank Him enough.
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