i write to breathe.

i'm a spiritual misfit trying to find the integration between this world and the next by understanding life at work, at home and church.
Jan 29
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My grandmother’s book. An enchanting experience to peruse. (Taken with instagram)

My grandmother’s book. An enchanting experience to peruse. (Taken with instagram)

Jan 28
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Jan 25
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Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Jan 22
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Jan 14
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Afternoons with the youth. (Taken with instagram)

Afternoons with the youth. (Taken with instagram)

Jan 13
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cityography: The world has a memory of its own. It has wounds and wrinkles. This was a really delightful read.  Perfectly ending a busy week and trying to subdue the uptight mind through these words.  

cityography:

The world has a memory of its own. It has wounds and wrinkles.

This was a really delightful read.  Perfectly ending a busy week and trying to subdue the uptight mind through these words.  

Jan 08
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That wide-eyed gaze of a child when he wants something and how another receives that gaze lovingly. Certain to give what the child needs. Certain to make him happy. Thats what I want to be like towards God. That’s what I want to believe about God. (Taken with instagram)

That wide-eyed gaze of a child when he wants something and how another receives that gaze lovingly. Certain to give what the child needs. Certain to make him happy. Thats what I want to be like towards God. That’s what I want to believe about God. (Taken with instagram)