May the breath of God find you in every valley where hope has grown thin. When the ground beneath you
feels scattered with dry bones and the silence seems deeper than prayer, may the quiet wind of the Spirit stir the dust of life again.
May the breath of God find you in every valley where hope has grown thin. When the ground beneath you
feels scattered with dry bones and the silence seems deeper than prayer, may the quiet wind of the Spirit stir the dust of life again.