by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 20, 2015 | Diane's Posts
A white rose bends close to the window of my sunroom, glistening with dew in the chilly morning light. It nods gently, seemingly agreeing with my prayers, as the breeze moves the wind chimes for a melodious accompaniment to my quiet time. One by one, their...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jan 23, 2014 | Uncategorized
I see you there alone warming yourself by the fire outside the city gates. I see your pain, hurt, and longing for one friend to accept you. One who will invite you inside the walls of community. Is there any hurt like rejection? Can anything compare to hearing...