coliseum filled with people shouting no other name but His. Thousands of hands
being lifted as an act of surrender to His grace. That night was dreamlike. It
reminded me of His astounding love – something that never runs out regardless
of how flawed we might be.
Hi, I’m Eunice! The things I am unable to utter, I write here. I’m a news correspondent who likewise runs a Montessori but I’m more like the kids’ nanny. You may reach me at eunicealcala(at)ymail(dot)com