A hand, warm, a small, clinging thing. Eyes, searching, finding only her. A word, a clumsy sound, a world unfolding. The curve of a cheek, the scent of milk, the hum of a lullaby. Years melt, a river’s flow, yet the echo remains, of touch, of trust, of a love unwritten, unspoken, eternal. What do […]

Mother and child #WDYS

• The Lord Jesus