Words fail me. Words aren’t enough. I feel joy but it feels fake. Like shouldn’t I be fighting a bull right about now instead of resting in a bed of roses and going to the spa? My days are full of to-
What is life? It is passing by so quickly. How peculiar it is the way it works- If you look at it too closely Just like if you look at God too closely He disappears from your view Looking back hindsig
I am constantly amazed by the fact that God hears our prayers, even the silent ones barely developed into words yet, the cries of our hearts that have not been uttered a loud yet, and the swirling tho
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