Precisely two months after his birth, she administered the ancient ritual, in the kitchen sink, guised as an ordinary bath.
He could melt hearts, dissipate fear, and heal hatred in those brave enough to spend time with him.
Thank you, gentle God, for loving me as I am, through the ones who know me best, my family.
Time stopping for a moment, slightly rocking together as one—that is what prayer is like for me.
She prays in the kitchen with holy water, flour, sugar, and baking powder.