Timmy 

by Joyce Zammit

And we can rely on this kind of love, we are safe in God’s hands

I think it was the 16th December of 26 years ago when my day started very early.  Having a full schedule that particular Saturday I opened our front door when it was still dark.  It had been raining all night and I felt the wet cold air on my face but I also felt something brushing past my feet.  I looked down but in the dark I couldn’t distinguish what it was.  Whatever it was had entered the house. Continue reading Timmy