Spiritual Dryness: Am I Trying to Walk in Two Directions?
Lillias Trotter stood at a crossroads.[1] The words of the renown nineteenth century art critic, John Ruskin, rang in her mind. “If you allow me …
Lillias Trotter stood at a crossroads.[1] The words of the renown nineteenth century art critic, John Ruskin, rang in her mind. “If you allow me …