Everyone’s view of Christianity and faith matters is different. For the record, here’s mine.
I spy with my little eye… something I need, yet know not why.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality…
I should do what I love and I would if I could.
I like my men like I like my coffee: strong, dark, and addictive.
The world is shaking. Facades are breaking…
He has left me speechless and yet, despite the silence, I’ve never said more in all my life.
When it gets dark, follow the light.
For the second step of this series, we take a look at how loving and showing consideration for those we share this world with can help us raise happier, more socially conscious children.
In this new advice series we will look at three simple steps that current and future parents can take in order to successfully raise better adjusted, happier, and more authentic children.
[A Poem]: What could you see better with your eyes closed?
May your greatest defeat groom you for your most glorious victory.
A poem about an irrational means of conquering an irrational fear.
Not all that is frightening is wrong. Not all who’ve been broken are lost. For where there is hope, there is life. Where there is life, there is love. Where there is love, there is everything.
A sincere poem for a sincere man, from the heart of a sincere woman. Je t’aime mon prince courageux ❤
I loved and then lost. The memory of his powerfully resilient spirit shall remain with and inspire me forever more.