When we are given the gift of faith, it is as small as a mustard seed. We are to nurture it until it grows into a tree that the birds of the air can nest in. Happy Sunday.

When we are given the gift of faith, it is as small as a mustard seed. We are to nurture it until it grows into a tree that the birds of the air can nest in. Happy Sunday.

Everyone has their favorite thing, favorite people, favorite song, favorite season, etc. Last night one of my favorite people sent me one of my favorite quotes. It has been my motto for over forty years; not only my motto but my truth; and here it is:
