Glad Tidings at Christmas


As my beloved and I walked the beach knowing that our next days would be blessed with glorious rain, we breathed the winter air and counted the seconds as the sun sank into the Pacific.  In the rush and noise of the holidays, it is these moments that mean the most.  It’s the quiet moments of remembering our blessings.


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