My true story ends, but the last page depends on the love that I leave—love that I bring with the fires I start and those I extinguish. Pain in the heart, singing a song made of us.
If a man loves the world, the love of the Father isn’t in him. For all in the world, lust of the flesh, lust of the eyes, the pride of life, is not of the Father. But of the world, The world and its desires passes away. But he who does God’s will lives forever.
I can’t do Facebook anymore...it’s either 12 year olds sharing relationships advice or political stances from people who’s never left the same small town they’ve lived in their whole life
This is not a republican or democratic thing. This is a MORAL thing. Get over your pride and realize that you are defending a hateful human being, and then stop doing it.