they taught her to walkin straight lines,chin down, voice tucked in,feet careful not to leave a mark. and for a while,she did.she listened.to advice disguised as love,to correction disguised as care. even when the ground felt borrowed.even when the air smelled like someone else’s story.she...
Have you ever considered that the blood of Jesus was not only shed on the cross? Does this realisation come with a greater implication? In a moment of contemplation, these words came to me. So I invite you to come on this journey, following the shed blood of our Lord Jesus: The Journey of...
some days i care too much.other days, not at all.i swing between urgency and numbness,between needing to be seenand wanting to disappear. i attach myselfto whatever moves,a reaction, a message,a silence that feels louder than it should.and i call it feeling.i call it being alive. but the...