On my porch this morning as I looked over my river in the midst of a dark storm with rain pelting her surface, I realized she never runs angry. She may overflow at times, but it is only when her love cannot be contained.
River of love
On my porch this morning as I looked over my river in the midst of a dark storm with rain pelting her surface, I realized she never runs angry. She may overflow at times, but it is only when her love cannot be contained.