Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions Maya, our Yorkie, is curled up and snoozing at the foot of the bed. I pause in my morning reflection and watch her little chest rise and fall in time to
Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions Maya, our Yorkie, is curled up and snoozing at the foot of the bed. I pause in my morning reflection and watch her little chest rise and fall in time to
