No other reason but to be a saint

We drove through a long road. Some parts had arching trees, some had upright ones, some had none, but most of the path made us feel protected. We were behind a tricycle carrying slender tree trunks (bamboo shoots, perhaps?) on top of its canopy. Behind us was another tricycle. As the one ahead turned right… Continue reading No other reason but to be a saint

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Whose tears reflected the stars

"Take Lord, and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will, all that I have and possess. Thou hast given all to me. To Thee, O lord, I return it. All is Thine, dispose of it wholly according to Thy will. Give me Thy love and thy grace, for this is… Continue reading Whose tears reflected the stars