When pictures and words are inadequate

If I could enable you to hear a heartbeat, touch tears or know the warmth of embrace through this blog, then I could tell you about my day today. But I can't. Put simply, God the Holy Spirit has touched me deeply through prayer and conversation. It's been a special day.

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