Wild Heart

As I head into the room to create the things on my my list My boots are on my feet and my jeans hug my hips I'm wearing a shirt that says it all, "Listen with all that you have" I find myself praying like my momma used to do just talking on to Jesus... Continue Reading →

Paulo and Me

Someday, we’ll forget the hurt, the reason we cried and who caused us pain.. And we'lll finally realize that the secret of being free is not revenge, but letting things unfold in their own way and own time. PAULO COELHO Someday we will remember the goodness that came. the beauty that had faded the feelings... Continue Reading →

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