Be your own kind of beautiful… When I was younger, I worried a lot about what others thought of me. I got upset easily on their opinions, more so if it’s something that is not true, and yes something that I don’t agree with. It took me a whole forty-eight years to change that outlook…
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Resting on the Wings of God
Some ideas do not begin as plans. They begin as moments. Quiet ones. The kind that almost pass unnoticed if we are not paying attention. One mid-morning, I was sitting at our dining table writing when I noticed a small bird perched on the stair rail outside. It was not doing anything remarkable. It simply…