Through the eyes of me! November 30, 2012. I wrote this a year ago. The smell of garlic assaults my senses as I wipe my face with my hands. I adjust myself on the stool and it creaks. I adjust again, and it creaks again. I stand up and put off the light. The sunlight is seeping int.

Hope In The Healing With Nannette Elkins. Did Jesus actually sweat blood in the Garden of Gethsemane? Did Jesus actually sweat blood in the Garden of Gethsemane? Today is obviously the day before Good Friday, the crucifixion. But today there is also The Cup, the agony in the Garden,. Oh yes, we are able! They replied. It was a cup filled with Old Testament and New Testament sins and judgment from the past a.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Pictures That Tell a Story. Although this is a religious post, I think everyone can receive the message intended. God gives us everything we need, and I know some will argue differently.

Sharing my world one tale at a time. Bags packed, heading out the door. Should I, can I, may I? Tis the adventure of a lifetime. Bright lights beckon me, warm lights bid me adieu. Spending my last night under the stars. Knowing I will soon be one. Basking in the hustle and bustle. Barely noticed, just another stranger clogging up the road. Daily, like a snake shedding skin, so the allure comes off. Revealing a grimy, seedy underbelly. My precious dreams, lost to me.

It takes less than 2secs to RT. Pls help Ishola Afolake Opeyemi find her missing son. Knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance; for you serve the Lord Christ Col3 2 days ago. Do your work as unto the Lord. HR Times The HR Blog. Vivere Christus est, et mori lucrum! Follow Blog via Email.

Musings Of A Bipolar Lover. Originally posted on For A Sphinx. Like a sickness somewhere within. Let me drag you in. I let you know everything. Whatever it is you need to hear. I need to make you feel special. So you never stay away. I put a smile on your face.

Mango season is my favourite season of the year because it comes with my other favourite season the rainy season.

LOVE LETTER TO A STRANGER 4. Read this and find out. Scatty Poet must love superheroes. The sound of rain beating against the roof.

Hustle of a Lagos Graduate III. Ladies and Gentlemen! The Suit is Finally back after a short break! Its dusty in here, so . Of Course, you guessed right, my dad! Its better imagined than experienced o! Meanwhile, .