If there be one thing for me to leave in the world. It would be a legacy. A legacy of love.
I hope my words remain etched in the fabric of life.
Stories unfold and rest in the bosom where memories are treasured.
I hope my stories become prayers, become hopeful living.
I try to be true, honest and light. There is pain and trial. With God there is might. His love never leaves me dry for long. The pen flows freely. If I sit here, a song.
Stories of Resilience 