Tagged Rachel Starr Thompson


Live Out Spring

I woke one April morning to the gentle rays of the sun on my face, whispering wordless greetings as only the sun can do. My window was open, and a breeze stirred in the curtains. It was one of the year’s first spring mornings: a quiet glory and deep joy. I whispered back to it…

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