white as snow

“Our hope was misplaced, they’ll say. And they’ll be right, at least in part. We hoped in a God who’d spare us pain, write our papers, and give us everything we ever wanted. “

I love the way Rebekah writes.  I love her pictures.  And this morning I counted her words just to see how few there are.  111 words according to my computer.

And again I ask myself – how do you do it, Rebekah?  How do you find such insight, such love, such honesty, such … “yes” … in so very few words and one picture?

I thought you might like to experience Rebekah for yourselves.

(as always comments are disabled here, please pop across and join the snowfall at Rebekah’s place, thank you)