in a world of billions
I love the picture of me holding my unique colored glass but unable to see the beauty of it until I draw close to the light of Christ and, in my unique trillionth life, somehow reflect His glorious light. Thank you Abby.
I love the picture of me holding my unique colored glass but unable to see the beauty of it until I draw close to the light of Christ and, in my unique trillionth life, somehow reflect His glorious light. Thank you Abby.