I try very hard to avoid anything that will damage my body (not food-wise, I wish!). I don’t want to damage my hands or legs or arms or spine. That scares me.
I still love my ex. No, I’m not “in love” with him. But I love him. We were great friends, and we may not be anymore, but I’ll never forget the impact he had on my life. And for that, I love him.
Nervous habit? Touching my the tip of my nose with my left index finger…or basically touching any part of my face with my hands.
Every time I see or hear that people are hurting I just want to tell them to turn to Jesus. That’s not to say that with Him you’ll never hurt. But in Him all pain is temporary. And more than that, it’s bearable.
I love Jesus more than anything in this life. He’s my best friend above all others. And the stuff I go through is bearable with Him because I’ll see His face one day in Glory. Because He never lets me go.
One of my biggest pet peeves is when the person I’m talking to is wearing sunglasses because I can’t really tell much from the rest of their face.
I write about love and such, maybe ‘cause I want it so much. I’m not who I was.
(to quote Brandon Heath)
I always want more time with the ones I love. But one day I realized that was greedy of me. Because although every second I spend with the one I love makes me want another, many people will never even have the pleasure of meeting them. So therefore, I just realize I should be thankful for every second, rather than asking for more.