I know that even when things feel gray and weary, beyond hope, there is a hope – a well – that is bigger and deeper than I can see. I know because right in the middle of my gray some tiny burst of colour pushes its way through.
I know that even when things feel gray and weary, beyond hope, there is a hope – a well – that is bigger and deeper than I can see. I know because right in the middle of my gray some tiny burst of colour pushes its way through.