The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…

  The week had been dark, gloomy almost. Winds whipped around us, swirling and swooning in a tumultuous rain spat fury. The cold, chilling to our core as we crossed the grassy fields along the River Eden, just the day before. A flame like desire, burning our insides, keeping us engrossed in the rich historyContinue reading “The Day I Met Smith Wigglesworth…”

Songs Of Victory

Yesterday I turned 32! With that, for some, may come the fear of aging and the things that come along with… wrinkles, grey hair, more responsibility, and even the possibility of acting more and more like my Mother. Which, most women realize is actually a blessing, all jokes aside. My Mom is amazing! So alas,Continue reading “Songs Of Victory”