GRATITUDE HOUR
As I sat in my car that day, I heard it—the familiar sound of bells ringing. I was parked on Church Street in downtown Roanoke, waiting to meet friends for lunch. It was 12 o’clock. I smiled as memories came...
As I sat in my car that day, I heard it—the familiar sound of bells ringing. I was parked on Church Street in downtown Roanoke, waiting to meet friends for lunch. It was 12 o’clock. I smiled as memories came...