My heart was singing a song of thanks to God. I was reminded of Howard Thurman's wisdom:
“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.”
My heart was singing a song of thanks to God. I was reminded of Howard Thurman's wisdom:
“There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.”