After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies.
Let your children be as so many flowers, borrowed from God. If the flowers die or wither, thank God for a summer loan of them.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories