True beauty is rare, and seldom recognized by the one who possesses it.

I'm only a tool, beloved. Not your Savior

How is it possible to hold such anger against something you don't believe in?

That is one of the reasons I write: to feel the Presence of God and know He is speaking to me in a very personal way, instructing me, correcting me, redirecting me.

Michael had once read to her how God had cast a man and woman out of paradise. Yet, for all their human faults and failures. God had shown them the way back in.

Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.' Whatever happens is to His good purpose and for His glory. I am not afraid.

I want you to love me. I want you to trust me enough to let me love you, and I want you to stay here with me so we can build a life together. That's what I want