I sometimes wonder what God might think when he looks at me through my dogs' eyes. It seems to me that he enjoys me with one eye and waits, with the other, for a run by the river.
I sometimes wonder what God might think when he looks at me through my dogs' eyes. It seems to me that he enjoys me with one eye and waits, with the other, for a run by the river.
Pandora's Box for Art Lovers and Beauty Seekers
Writings of a Christian Mystic
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more