Musings of a Wallflower A place to talk about whatever it is that crosses my mind.
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Living Young and Wild and Free. Life As I Know It. Love Is All You Need. Pursuit of Home Sweet Home. Have I Forgotten How to Post or What? July 16, 2014. So glad to be back, at least for the day.
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A sweet dreams or a beautiful nightmare . Abonne-toi à mon blog! A sweet dreams or a beautiful nightmare. Fan de la premiére heure des JonasB.
As last year was drawing to a close, one of the brightest lights in my universe dimmed and then went dark. Her story was filled with adversities and sorrows borne and vanquished with impeccable grace. She was My Otha Momma.
May 8, 2012 1 Comment. Your lives are a letter written in our hearts; everyone can read it and. Recognize our good work among you. Clearly, you are a letter from Christ. Showing the result of our ministry among you. This letter is written not with. Pen and ink, but with the Spirit of the living God. It is carved not on tablets. Of stone, but on human hearts.
A diary documenting my journey as a student paramedic. Speaking of which, there is a box at the station dedicated to boot polishing and I have acquired a bit of an OCD about shiny boots.