Little Grandchild by Diane Qubty
My little grandson looked up at me and said, “MaMa, I had a bad dream.” He had stayed the night with me. I sat beside him and drew him near. …
My little grandson looked up at me and said, “MaMa, I had a bad dream.” He had stayed the night with me. I sat beside him and drew him near. …
Lately, it seems that God has placed so many encouraging people in my life to speak truth and wisdom over me. My friends, new friends and old friends, have encouraged…