‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Monday, June 04, 2007
a womb by whom?
a whole new meaning to psalm 139, 'you knit me together in my mother's womb'.
