In a world of black and white, I curse myself for being grey. Yet if I were made to stand out, why do I try so hard to fit in? What is it like to lose your identity? What happens when you feel your individuality becoming that of your day to day routine? When was... Continue Reading →
Old wounds will ache when the wind blows cold.
Sprout with Bitterness or Grow with Grace
Everyone has a past, and everyone is tending to their own gardens.
You can either sprout with bitterness, or grow with grace.
The Bible has a lot to do with forgiveness- so you think it would be so much easier.
a pure profession of love
Every day I remember how lucky I am to be here, and I will never stop being thankful.
The things I do are not what make me who I am.
I spent my childhood masquerading as an adult. Now here I am, longing to be a child for a fleeting moment.
We deny ourselves happiness because we do not know how to be happy.