Here's an excerpt from today's post. To read the whole piece go to www.otholenphotography.comA voice came from her beautiful lips—shining and pure filling the sanctuary like stars filling the winter night sky. My mouth was hanging open and like everybody else in that sacred space, I was barely breathing. Tears streamed down my face as Annie sang those aching, yearning phrases with her eyes fixed on the Savior, serene in sacrificial death.
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