Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
our biggest enemy is the way we see ourselves—is what my pastor preached in a sermon one Sunday.the self is a very funny thing; do you sometimes find it hard to look at yourself? do you sometimes find it hard to think of yourself as little more than wasted space? I tell myself I am…
You spend your whole life trying to hear your voice as if you were a stranger to it;as if you do not hear it every day in your car,and in the shower,and quietly in your room at night,in the corner while working a crummy retail jobYou spend most of your life hushing it downso that…
23 is grown now. It’s out of school butyoung still.Knowing nothingbut knowing more. Still all the things I was beforebut not as muchand maybe more. ///I am 19 to a stranger,12 at heartand I’m figuring out how not to hide my face for the shame of everything I’m not. Not on the right path, not…
