The Plans of His Heart
Way back in the twentieth century, when my children were little and my hair wasn’t gray, I would sit in Ray’s granddaddy’s rocking chair at naptime, hold my baby in my lap, and sing a song I learned from Wilma…
Way back in the twentieth century, when my children were little and my hair wasn’t gray, I would sit in Ray’s granddaddy’s rocking chair at naptime, hold my baby in my lap, and sing a song I learned from Wilma…