When words stop, they never really do...

But rather slip into silence – the language of the soul  
Like water comes to the edge and pours over a precipice  
It’s sound must be felt
Must be heard
I know that is how it is with our love 
The water trickled down
A long road of learning
The torture of loss
The beauty of awakening
The dream becoming true
The vision taking shape
The fruit of our love
Now the trickle is a torrent, a roar
With no beginning
No end
That is our love 
Bound by the Spirit of Christ 

On the 1st Anniversary of our marriage, we want to encourage those who are married to renew their covenant before God and those who are waiting on God, the right time brings the right person. It is never too late. At God’s appointed time, everything is beautiful!

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Thank you for reaching out, we value your good thoughts. God bless you. Racine and Ruth.

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