An Almost Perfect Snow Angel
Taken during sledding down the hill in town, in Maine. I am not sure why, but for some reason everyone seems to love making snow angels.
Taken during sledding down the hill in town, in Maine. I am not sure why, but for some reason everyone seems to love making snow angels.
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To read the story of how my parents met and began their ministry:
“There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
“I know of only one duty, and that is to love.”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?”