Mom sat across the table, picking at her chef’s salad. “Will you shave my head when my hair starts falling out?” she asked.
In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength but you would have none of it.
Hope is like the sun, which, as we journey toward it, casts the shadow of our burden behind us. ~Samuel Smiles People in Maine coined this winter, “The one that wouldn’t end.” Pounded with snow and snappy temperatures, this resilient people hold on with the hope for spring, new life.