Soft light begins her day rolling open like an ancient scroll,she awakens gently her price far above rubies, and her voice a vessel of whispered truths, and words from her are as a river that flows not in haste,but in the measured wisdom and discernment

In the marketplace of virtues,she trades beautiful paintings and writings along with spoken testimonies of her faith and resilience not in harshness,but in the love of Christ

What is the weight of her worth,if not measured in the Exegesis of Scriptures, the smiles, laughter and wholeness; Her presence, a quiet dawn,unfolding in shades of wonder transforming lives that she’s yet not aware of

And yet, beneath the grace of her smile,lies the maze of her heart,where she still dances with her sister by memory and emotion: Is it her ability to listen,to hold the silence in her palms,or the way she creates hope from the dredges of despair?

To know her is to touch the infinite,to wander through the gallery of her thoughts,where every canvas reveals a story,each painting a glimpse into the depth of a spirit as unfathomable as the night sky,and the God and Lord who created it:
​Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἐποίησεν ὁ Θεὸς τὸν οὐρανὸν καὶ τὴν γῆν’

Thank you for being my friend, Evangelist, and prayer warrior