You're Not That Little Rose Any More, That You Used To Be
Wild raspberry is not for you, nor the man like me. God provides me, god takes from me. You were the little rose, you're not anymore. Very well
Wild raspberry is not for you, nor the man like me. God provides me, god takes from me. You were the little rose, you're not anymore. Very well
In the end, as St. Teresa of Calcutta reminds us, love will be the measure of our lives. Nothing could be simpler than that.
God’s call is not a trumpet blast followed by silence. God’s call is like a birdsong — a gentle and constant companion on our journey.
Beauty is a balm for the soul, for it strengthens and maintains our hope.
No matter how far from the light we think we are, we should hold fast to the certainty that God will never abandon us.
Christ tells us that what marks us as his disciples is our readiness to love.
When we meet God in the stories of Scripture, we allow him to reveal to us who he is.
Without true freedom, there can be no happiness, because happiness is the exercise of our freedom to love what our Beloved loves.
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