everyday compassion
a bruised reed he will not break, a smoldering wick he will not quench. Mt. 12:20
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bruised reed
just shooting questions to the universe and hoping that when the right time comes I will receive some answers, or if not, I will be given something to enrich my life.
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Thursday, June 6, 2013
Bloom
We can never bloom until we decide to grow our roots in the soil where we are planted and dare to stretch out our branches to infinite horizons.
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