These are tiny stories that cannot be captured by art or words. A sudden cool breeze on a too-hot day. Dappled sunlight through green wide leaves. A glance of love--wondering and reassurance--between a young son and his father. The sing-song vowels of a baby.
And you feel a rush; a sense of being loved. Because you are Loved.
He tells His stories differently than we do.
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