maybe the bitter root is more twisted than I realized.
I can't seem to make it stop.
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mrs.smith
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I am in love, with love and the One who is Love. Beauty, truth, and creativity light up my eyes. I write to think. & I long to forever be in a state of learning.
without Jesus my life would mean nothing. with Him it means everything.
"Christ died for men precisely because men are not worth dying for; to make them worth it." {C.S. Lewis}
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1 comment:
I know the feeling.
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