Perfect practice makes perfect... but imperfect practice is better than no practice at all!
My Yellow Neighbor
Praising his Maker
You are so loved
In Thee, O Lord, do I put my trust.
I love my Savior For though I am unworthy Still He loved me first
Twice I have been blessed For you are my beloved And you are my friend
Those who mourn are blessed because they will be comforted.
The majesty of the mountains points us to God, the Creator.
Be still and know...