The sun is always shining somewhere. Clouds come and go, sometimes they are so dark and dense it feels like they’ll never leave, but they will. Knowing the Son is there no matter the storm, gets us through.
The sun is always shining somewhere. Clouds come and go, sometimes they are so dark and dense it feels like they’ll never leave, but they will. Knowing the Son is there no matter the storm, gets us through.
The Better Thing 