...On the wall, sometimes I feel pretty, other times I feel small...
This is the layered me. The writer. The mother. The daughter, sister. The giver. The friend. These words are candid musings of my reflection. The confused me. The angry me. The happy me. The excited me. Pieces of me trying to recognize the God in me...
Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday Morning Poetry (In the Afternoon)
This is not an original piece of mine...but I came across it again and it still as powerful today as it was the first time I heard it.
Dedicated to the single ladies...for in due season you shall reap if you faint not!
Yup...when the one comes you always feel like you should have waited. This is doooppeeee!
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