the other day at work, my friend took a pencil and started to ‘color’ with it, leaning it over almost horizontally in order to rub off the fat sides and sharpen the end. i knew what he was doing, but it still tickled me. and when he noticed me noticing, he said, “i’m scribbling to
was reading ruth again this morning. i love that book. i would like to say because it’s about a woman fully devoted to God, so much so that she does things that are unexpected of her (leaving her own family and people) and things that are expected of her (“go lay at his feet and
there was this girl. isn’t that how the story of every man’s downfall begins? except this.. this wasn’t your ordinary girl. she would say she was, but. no.. not ordinary. not her. she was a dream. she was brought up right, loved the Lord, came from a good family… and her heart. phew! man! and
i’m just a normal girl. from a normal town. my parents have taught me well – to love God. to be good. and i’ve always dreamed about the day i would get married. doesn’t every girl? i’ve always imagined my wedding day. and what it would be like to have a family of my own.