Guest post from April Potter. “James started dragging Lance back across the field. As they walked, Lance had a chance to look at James. He was tall, taller than Lance, and he had dirty blond hair and blue-grey eyes. It seemed that he had many strange habits, or maybe he was just plain strange.”
Seven times her heart, her soul, is pierced. Seven times over, her Son flicks His wrists.
The ocean’s great wave, crash and plow; never giving up, never giving in.
Me cloaked in black, a casket being held and carried by others. Included in this procession were three in front, four in the back. I was kept to the rear with guards encircling me. They kept close watch though apprehensive about being too close to me. Walking through sands into an oasis. Crossed a black-red […]
The thing about loving yourself before loving someone else, is that that’s part of the equation. The other part is that relationship teaches you things about yourself that you wouldn’t normally learn on your own. A human being is not an island, you aren’t supposed to live in isolation. Now there are examples of those […]