He Loves Me

I always rip up the flowers God gives me. Every time God hands me a flower, I slowly pick away the petals, one by one, whispering to myself, "he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not," and then I get to the last petal on a "he loves me … Continue reading He Loves Me

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Abide

Abide in me although there are skyscrapers crumbling all around you, crashing to the ground in storms of dust. Abide in me when the money has stopped coming and the work has dried up and the accounts are empty. Abide in me when your loved ones are ripped away by the cold hands of death. … Continue reading Abide