Manifest Moments The Jesse Tree blazed a trail for us from creation to cradle, all the while tenderly tiptoeing towards the cross. While many would begin trimming tinsel from tree in the escaping days of December, I would beg us wait.
There is a time without hands. Its name? Everlasting. Within it, is a touch of ever present beauty that beckons the simple love that dwells within us. This time draws us to seasons of heart-aching wonder. Everlasting moments