perhapsshewasfeedingme – Pausing With God

“Perhaps She Was Feeding Me.”

For the past six months, I often noticed this lady whenever I visit a certain store in my area. She was either sitting quietly on a bench or leaving the plaza. From a distance, she appears to have nowhere to go. Yet she always carried herself with a quiet dignity. More than once, I feltContinue reading ““Perhaps She Was Feeding Me.””