The final third is simply chilling. If this is to end in fire. Then we should all burn together. Watch the flames climb high into the night. Calling out for the rope, stand by and we will.

Saturday, August 8, 2015. So, why am I writing about this? Because it just kind of happened. I came on here to write about the difficulties I have been having with motherhood. When it came to it I was blank. All of the ideas I had floating in my head were gone. And what do I do when I have a block? I had a laptop on my lap all ready for me to type away so type away I did.

Friday, May 20, 2005. In the forests of the night,. What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art,. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat,. And what dread feet? In what furnace was thy brain? Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears,.

This is the site dedicated to Samantha Cassel and her prayer warriors. Tuesday, July 29, 2008. To all my faithful prayer warriors. Monday, June 30, 2008. I just posted this on our blog and then I thought that you might be interested in seeing it too. So, here is a copy of my post. It was just attached to the bottom of an email that I received. I sat here for a couple of minutes and pondered it, so I thought I would share. How true it is! And s.

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