Tales from the Trails
A Place of Warmth
Where do I go when the shrilling sharp winds of life slice through shield of faith that encompasses the spirit of life that is resident in my being?
Watching the goats and sheep scurry around the pasture, I often see the recently birthed kids find a refuge from the cold ground, sharp bristles, hard rocks, and hurried feet of the others on the back of the largest sheep in the…