The day starts and I get on my knees and pray. Sometimes I’m lazy and just sit there in bed and pray. Does God mind, I’m sure not, after all … Continue reading Praise, my soul, the king of heaven

The day starts and I get on my knees and pray. Sometimes I’m lazy and just sit there in bed and pray. Does God mind, I’m sure not, after all … Continue reading Praise, my soul, the king of heaven
Here we see a honey bee on a flower. Collecting nectar, pollinating flowers and creating honey. The flowers seem to have that silky texture today in the sun and much … Continue reading Day 158 And they beat the gold into thin sheets and cut it into threads