When my brother and I were in primary school, I was mortified one week that Mama had only one nickel for the two of us to put into the Sunday School offering. Was it pride in my six year old heart, or longing to give more?
Her name was Vicki Collins, and she lived across the street. I thought we'd be friends forever.
But, Kansas was a long way from Georgia, and back in the day, staying in touch meant writing letters. Sadly, after a couple of years, too many moves and too many miles eventually took their toll.
Hi, my name is Alice. A Way with Words is about sharing faith,
fun, & encouragement. Thanks for stopping by! I hope you find a little something to take