Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?
I hope that it can relate to and be a blessing to anybody, with the hope that someday they will find Jesus Christ to be the same God that I've found Him to be.
I get photographers hiding in my bushes. We're way past autographs. We're into being stalked and followed.

