Pale ladies on wooded paths whisper often.
Speaking volumes, I dare not tell.
Secrets, I dare not share.
Listening into words, for the Word. Working on the Darkness Within series, even though it will always be easiest to set it down. And walk away. My copy editor/editor (husband :-) found spots a lacking, while spots a hunting. And so I hunt for the answers to the Darkness Within. The Word. The words. Little by little, they shape me. Little by little, they come. Petals of grace upon the path.
Praying to be fruitful. Praying to be faithful.
Pretty excited about this.
