Home is so many different things to different people. And I miss mine.
I live in New Zealand, but my heart doesn't yet.
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mrs.smith
Welcome to my blog -
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}
my dear readers
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- darkness is a harsh term, don't you think.
- maybe I should have sent a cake, or something.blue...
- nz.
- you can hurt me. but you cannot have my security. ...
- oh the many reasons...
- I am amazed by how quickly {themostbeautiful thing...
- "In the fading light, the trees along the bank wer...
- free, it feels like...free.
- like a little kid waits on Christmas.
- “I've learned that people will forget what you sai...
- a daddy's girl.
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- {with grace in your heart, and flowers in your hair.}
- oh so happy things.
- change me, instead.
- I'm living just to fall, more in love with You..
- the stinging truth.
- {write to feel.}
- {living love.}
- {living-breathing, books}
- {your grace has found me just as I am.}
- "And you walked right past all my defenses. I don'...
- {homesick.}
- Do you remember still the falling starsthat like s...
- the things that make you smile.
- My favorite thing about runningis that every timeI...
- I run over people.And somehow always seem to hurt ...
- "We want you to make us brave, brave and brokenhea...
- {give.}
- The things we are most critical of in others, are ...
- {guilty pleasure.}
- {uncomfortable.}
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