They are the ones given to me who teach me what it is to love . . . with whom I struggle . . . with whom I am asked to step into the shifting currents of each day.
Something new is emerging . . . I belong here . . . yet not as before . . . freer.
Something old is being made new.
Deo Gratias!
posted by Grandma and Grandpa Benson at
7:31 AM
3 Comments:
Great pictures!! I love it.
You are like a large tree, providing shade for many.
beautiful.
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