I found my church

I found my church
In the arms of pain
Though, I let the pain back in
I am still breathing
The sting, brings on the healing
Sometime I have to hurt enough
and
I am not lost
I am just healing
I found my church
In the arms of the healing

The Winter of my heart in November 1, 1995

I remember November 1, 1995
The day my life took a turn
With you & together we grew
Through the trails and all the pain
Much love grows here in
The Winter of my heart ღ

 

My life is series of…here we go again moments

Hearts will never get Older
that they won’t break
They keep feeling…anyway
No matter what vow we take
We always seem to break
Hearts…and thus we are broken too!
I wonder if that is how this love goes?

Still…Small…Voice

Baby I always got one more time for you
…so
Tell St. Peter, to hold those pearly gates
Tell all the angels, I won’t be visiting
I won’t go without knowing
That I’ve done all I can
Lifted you  …till you are sayin’
Maybe I should be listening
To the
Whispers & that …Still…Small…Voice
Amen

A Gift for You to Give

I thought you might like to give a card to a friend so I made this for you.
If you right click on your mouse or hold down on the image on your phone,
I’ve made it easy to copy these so you can use them.
My way of saying, “Thank You for Being Here.” Below are some more images for you
to copy and use as a gift from me to you, to whomever you wish to share!


Happiness

JOY

Peace

Do you feel sometimes

Do you feel sometimes we are like two parallel hearts in different lands?

I was listening to this song by Kirtana, I said that I would sing. Got me to thinking about my mission here on earth 💕

https://youtu.be/nMFj1PykuG8