Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
| The eyes of a child see through the hurt of a word and the sting of an angry hand. But the heart of child once broken start to affect their sight. |
Stop spending you life trying to find yourself and start spending your life making yourself into something
| “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13 |
I’m just in love with a woman more perfect than perfection, prettier than a speckled pup and hotter tan a fire ants nest in a flash flood