If eyes are said to be the ‘window to the soul,’ hands must be ‘footprint of our heart.’ Hands are really quite amazing. A baby’s hands are soft and innocent, a child’s hands are inquisitive and covered in experiments, a teenager’s hands are curious and skid-dish at the same time, a mother’s hands are strong […]
I watched my father’s quiet, yet steady faith while my mother struggled with practicing a religion versus having faith and a spiritual relationship with God. For me, memorization and repetition ingrained the practice of this ‘religion’ into my very being as I grew up.
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