My First Novel Is Loaded With Food

Love Is An Endless Act Of Forgiveness.

In Ireland There’s No Such Thing As Bad Weather ~~~ Only The Wrong Clothes. (in The Company Of Others)

I'd Like You To Know That I Have Forgiven Him. Again And Again. Once Done, Course, Back Comes The Enemy To Persecute And Persecute, And I Must Ante Up To God And Forgive Yet Again.

I Live In A Village Where People Still Care About Each Other, Largely.

Give Me Faith, Lord, To Know Your Presence As Surely As I Know The Beating Of My Own Heart. I've Felt So Far From You.