I am the vine; you are the branches. November 26, 2009 by Erica. And I want someone to believe in you. Sometimes even I have given up. You were created to do great things. Your potential you are unaware. I see the beauty in your half-smile. And the strength in your grip echoes 23 years. I know the stern voice is a façade to pain. The cement slabs seem to catch your fall. But the arms of grace are far more comfortable. Stability is what I will be. A shade of love we have yet to know. Do you have his eyes? .

They were longing for a better country a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them. I am thankful for your friendship and. 8211; still packing, but.

The world is a book, and those that do not travel read only one page. So I have 1 finished project. this cabinet came from a thrift store in pickens. I chose some antique-style glass knobs from world market to replace the metal ones, and put in a glass rack to hang some cool glasses we got at Ross. The newest addition to our little family. A lot to look forward to.