If I have to have an obsession, what better than to love sisters? It's a topic I never tire of. Why does my heart skip a beat when I look at them? Maybe it's the way they walk in a line, with purpose and resolve. Maybe it's the serenity in their countenance. Perhaps it's the joy in their faces, their radiant smiles. How they embrace life and know how to laugh and have fun. Whatever the reason, I shall never, ever grow tired of these remarkable women of God. Amen.
1 comment:
where do you find sisters that still where the tradition habit? All of the sisters around here look just like every other older woman.
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