Eyes Opened
I clearly remember the day I learned about the “n” word. My father’s parents had done a motor trip to the West and came home through Texas. My grandfather related that he admired how white people in a West Continue reading Eyes Opened
Making time for God in your life
I clearly remember the day I learned about the “n” word. My father’s parents had done a motor trip to the West and came home through Texas. My grandfather related that he admired how white people in a West Continue reading Eyes Opened