donating and fundraising online for any registered Canadian charityWhen I first walked into the Dream Centre building, I saw rows on top of rows of empty gold mailboxes at the front door.  They used to serve a purpose for former residents of this apartment building.  Now, they are the end destination for mail no longer being sent.  I felt just as empty as those mailboxes, waiting to be filled.

I may not know it all on this side of heaven, but I know that I am part of a bigger story that is yet to be written.  He doesn’t ask for perfection, He asks for progression.

Newsletter article-Brenda-Letters from heaven – full article

Letters from Heaven
My God Makes Me Brave
One Winter Night