An Opossum at Midnight
Hearing the slightest rustling of leaves, I looked up and saw this baby opossum hiding, in the bougainvillea. He stared at me, not moving an inch, as I clicked away; but refused to provide me with an action shot!
Hearing the slightest rustling of leaves, I looked up and saw this baby opossum hiding, in the bougainvillea. He stared at me, not moving an inch, as I clicked away; but refused to provide me with an action shot!
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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?”