Sun shines bright on a glorious day,
Clouds in her heart will not go away
Grief seems her constant friend,
Replaying her loss, again and again
Plucked away
Sun shines bright on a glorious day,
Clouds in her heart will not go away
Grief seems her constant friend,
Replaying her loss, again and again
Plucked away
I have found myself so many times standing alone on ethical issues; it is not easy being the lone dissenter if you would, and when I feel the burden weighing down, I remind myself that this is who I am called to be, a light in the darkness. Sometimes that means enduring those who speak ill against me. It’s a hard road, but we are not promised it would be easy, only that our reward is great in heaven.
Herein lies the beauty of paying it forward. Often it seems our good deeds go unrewarded, but most times, the truth is not that we failed; it’s simply that we don’t get to see the waves we create.
Cherry blossoms burst forth, splashing the horizon with color
Spring’s symphonic melody sings, offering new hope
Sunlight washes out darkness, fear trembles
Babies seemed to happen for everyone else so naturally, not for Mandy. Joyful anticipation soon turned to sorrow. Everywhere she turned, the rounded bellies of expectant mothers only intensified Mandy’s feelings of failure. Her heart desired to kiss the soft down of hair on her infant’s head, inhaling the newborn scent while holding him or her close.
My love affair with the 1965 style Mustang started when I was 13 years old. Looking back now, the fascination seems to have begun at a rather young age. If I’m being honest though, my interest in the Mustang can also be traced back
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