As I cast my ballot yesterday, the black ink fading to murky gray on the stark white page, I prayed over the ovals shaped like seeds. Although I only see rocks, thorns, and weeds, I hope just one grows for His glory, even if that one is me.
Morning Glory
Morning Glory
Morning Glory
As I cast my ballot yesterday, the black ink fading to murky gray on the stark white page, I prayed over the ovals shaped like seeds. Although I only see rocks, thorns, and weeds, I hope just one grows for His glory, even if that one is me.