I have, in the place where I meet with God, a fairly large table. It’s wood and round and heavy—a lot like the one I inherited from my Grandpa Morris. And it’s a mess.
And it's a mess
And it's a mess
And it's a mess
I have, in the place where I meet with God, a fairly large table. It’s wood and round and heavy—a lot like the one I inherited from my Grandpa Morris. And it’s a mess.