Our Last Little Sweet Hug. As fast as the wind that blew the strands of my hair every morning. As we walk past the stores lining up in the street. Trying to catch the next tricycle. To get into the van. And finally to the train. With the sea of grumbling commuters every single day. Until the day you left. We are just two strangers discussing our dreams. Over a cup of coffee.

How Changing My Mind about Changing Everything Changed My Life. The History Behind Who Changed the Bible and Why. Why blaming everyone else for your crappy life is killing you.

I want to be a salt shaker, light bearer, city-on-a-hill dweller. Want to contact me? We Are the Same. Middot; by Jebraun Clifford. Underneath, we are the same. We all have beating hearts counting our moments on this planet. We all experience intense joy, debilitating despair, paralyzing fear. We are all eternal souls clothed in frail flesh. Can we see that in one another? Thriving in the Lord. Middot; by Jebraun Clifford.

If it is able to fully saturate everything it touches. Even more so IS the Word of God, but it will bring new life to those sore and dry, dessert places. There he came to a cave and lodged in it. And behold, the word of the LORD came to him, and he said to him, What are you doing here, Elijah? I have seen you without obstruction, your heart is vis.

There is no place I would rather be but at His feet. The Four Sections of my New Journal.