Sometimes I stop writing and dance around with my dog because the song playing and my heart just needs to dance with my puppy and sing really loud even if I'm not the best singer.
By Rebecca Waddell
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See AllFrom God’s promises to Abraham And to the nation God formed from him The measure of God’s enormous patience Is not a minute, an hour, or...
When I shake, when I stand strong Whether fear fills me, or anxiety attacks If I’m standing ready to fight Or filled with great purpose...
I’m sick and tired of how horrible Those of us called to love Have been behaving Like it’s our place to Pass judgment on the world We did...
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