I do not wish that I might know my own Genius.
I do not wish that I might fully understand my own grace.
Only that I might be faithful to it,
that others might speak of it
And that God might make it so.
History’s sun comes up the same way
Each morning of each day.
by rj
Rick and Monique
1 comment:
Rick...hope all is well. Bev and I are still hanging out in the Vancouver, B.C. area...we just did a major reno on our house too...the pictures are actually eerily similiar to the ones you posted. Keep pressing on.
Matt Beimers
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