Lord I surrender anew to you, All the recesses of my heart. I surrender my life, my passions, my all. Forgive me for living for my own comfort and desires when there are souls who still need to hear that you love them so much that you died to save them from eternal punishment.

It has the ability to accept strength and weakness. It is not arrogant; neither is it modest. Hope is daring, courageous; it has the audacity to reach a hand into darkness and come out with a handful of light. Hope is the thing with feathers. That perches in the soul. And sings the tune without the words. And never stops at all. Images not mine; nest source here.

A small, family farm in Wisconsin. One of our neighbors has a strawberry farm. I spent today dealing with the berries. I usually made fresh strawberry pies for the pie social. They looked so pretty, tasted delicious, and disappeared quickly. The first thing I made with my lovely free berries was strawberry pie. 4 cups sliced fresh strawberries.

You want me to write. But only in my head, out loud. Kind of poem, a different kind of. Tell them about the amount of. Or the different kinds of. Or the deep dark damp caves. For the past six months, eleven Paper Plane Pilots have been working on our latest anthology,. It is a city-themed anthology. It is finally available for purchase.

Thought is barely defined as a content of cognition;the main thing that you are thinking about.