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Monthly Archives: September 2014
The wolf told me not to go in, but I didn’t listen. I felt his hot breath on the nape of my neck as he panted. I fell into a puddle and he covered me. He howled at the sliver … Continue reading
Life is too short to keep fearing tomorrow because of the pains of yesterday.
The falling leaves strip the loss and pain from my soul as they drift effortlessly to the ground.
I was thinking this morning…. I maintain my humanness. I still have problems, I cry, I make mistakes and don’t have all the answers. But when these times occur I raise my face to God. I lift up my arms … Continue reading
The night alights With jagged strikes Illuminating the dark within. The rolling rumble Thundering mumble Clashes God’s goodness with sin.