My son called to me that God was inside his red fire engine. He wanted to show me. I did move as… — Deborah Keenan Doors Copy Share Image
My children's faces are private candles i sometimes worship at. — Deborah Keenan Candle Copy Share Image
The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our… — Deborah Keenan Blessing Copy Share Image
“This path, this road that is one perfect straight line even if it goes around the world through heat and fog and… — Deborah Keenan Around the world Copy Share Image
