Few things are as sweet as a new book. The crisp pages yet to be ruffled with hands deep in the mess of life, a newness unspoiled. The woody smell of paper yearning to share the aroma as each page turns. The firmness of the spine, yet to bend to anyone’s desires or wishes, holding back the story, the message, the journey. An expectancy of the unknown, the “what if”, the carpe diem,
all for the taking.
A place to ponder
how we reflect our Father.
"As in water face reflects face, so the heart of man reflects the man."