So you turned on Ray (which you swore would stay away longer because it just hurt too much) and then you let your thoughts bleed onto paper as your heart composed the feelings… you snuggle with your sister to celebrate a beautiful life that deserves nothing less than greatness. You rejoice because this greatness is...
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Psalm 139, The Message Look...
When the last post I write is an unhappy, moody, sassy one, I hate that it stays at the top of my page until the next one comes along. They only thing I hate more than that is waiting for the next words to be written out of purpose. I can’t think of a better...
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