In his gentlest voice, he said to me, "Taylor perfect."
A thunder-clash of emotions clutched my insides---and then found a soft resting place deep within.
"Yes. Taylor perfect," I vowed.
Taylor perfect.
And so it is.
And always was.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
An Easter Sermon
Driving down Alps Road in Athens last week, Taylor reached over and took my hand.
In his gentlest voice, he said to me, "Taylor perfect."
A thunder-clash of emotions clutched my insides---and then found a soft resting place deep within.
"Yes. Taylor perfect," I vowed.
Taylor perfect.
And so it is.
And always was.
In his gentlest voice, he said to me, "Taylor perfect."
A thunder-clash of emotions clutched my insides---and then found a soft resting place deep within.
"Yes. Taylor perfect," I vowed.
Taylor perfect.
And so it is.
And always was.
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God bless you both. Happy Easter.
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