Hope is immortal. We are all traveling through the dark storms in a small boat. Yet we are floating in the vast ocean with something no one can visibly see. It’s called the life vest of eternal life. To you and me, it’s known as hope. For remember even though you and I are all
Walking through the journey of life, we all leave behind our footprints. Travelers we all are and our journey is recorded through our footprints. As a child, our birth certificate is recorded using our fingerprints and footprints. Throughout life, it matters not which path you take and which path you yourself decide not to take
The day comes to an end as I watch Mount Rainier hide behind the cloudy autumn sunset. All the birds are flying back to their nests. The robin’s musical songs displaying dawn chorus started early in the morning. Now they are switching places with the nightingales, however, the musical concert displayed by the birds continue.
The sky above my home was cloudy and dark as I greeted her with my morning coffee. My hands felt warm as they touched the warm coffee mug. With the big jolt of caffeine, my sleepy body had awakened with the blessed morning prayers upon my lips. The cold night had finally ended as I
What is death? Why is it we are scared of this eventual truth? As a child, I was taught not to talk about this subject. The fear of the unknown truth grips houses after houses. We build a home and raise a family, yet at times this unpleasant path hits upon the door as the