The shaping of our life is our own work. It is a thing of beauty, or a thing of shame, as we ourselves make it. We lay the corner and add joint to joint, we give the proportion, we set the finish. It may be a thing of beauty and of joy forever. God forgive us if we pervert our life from putting on its appointed glory.
By William Ware
Until next time. Stop and smell the roses.
Rosalinda, The Rose Lady