All that glimmers…
Isn’t gold.
But the light that peeks into work in the morning, is God checking in to say hello, to let me know, that there is always more behind the facades, and beyond the horizons.
I keep a spare room for that.
Isn’t gold.
But the light that peeks into work in the morning, is God checking in to say hello, to let me know, that there is always more behind the facades, and beyond the horizons.
I keep a spare room for that.