My glory isn’t just in the moments I feel safest, but in the moments I know love.

My glory isn’t just in the moments I feel safest, but in the moments I know love.
If Christian girlies who love the fall season truly knew and embraced that their bescarved, twinkly-eyed glee comes at the behest of many who suffered brutal deaths, or that their Target scarves were forcibly made by Indonesian children for less than a dollar a day, would they smile so big when sipping those tasty PSLs?