The day I sold the painting I was working on in Paris, I walked to the Notre Dame Cathedral. How magnificently beautiful it was. God put the cherry on my sunday that day while I was visiting inside, a mass took place. The beauty of the choir, though it was in French, was transendent and the Spirit of the Lord was evident and at work in my heart.
The day I sold the painting I was working on in Paris, I walked to the Notre Dame Cathedral. How magnificently beautiful it was. God put the cherry on my sunday that day while I was visiting inside, a mass took place. The beauty of the choir, though it was in French, was transendent and the Spirit of the Lord was evident and at work in my heart.