

Sunday Prayers Burning sage.Sunday Prayers by ~lifebtb
A smell I love,
Ancient, earthy, sacred.
I listen as native flutes honor their ancestors,
Quietly saying my Sunday prayers.
Thankful for the end of another cycle.
Ready for another to begin.
I give thanks.
I give praise.
I tell Him what I have been taught by Him.
I am in awe.
I am reminded of His eternal love.
I relent.
I gladly give everything once again, no expectation.
I know that I am loved.
I know that He is Love.
I know that nothing will happen to me outside of His Love.
That means I am more than just okay.
I am home.
The flutes quiet to finish their song.
The sage dwindles down.
I breathe deeply and s
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Madness is blind devotion.
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I'll always do the right thing... after I've exhausted all the alternatives.
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The main thing is to keep The Main Thing the main thing...
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Warning: Contact with moonlight can cause random squeeing, a chocolate obsession, and an increasingly bizarre outburst of memes.
I'm the Mad Hatter!
My response to Justin Bieber
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I'm a daughter hiding my depression
I'm a sister making a good impression
I'm the girl sitting next to you
I'm the one asking you to care
I'm your best friend hoping you'll be there...
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It's better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.
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