drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes. |
if grace is an ocean we're all sinking. |
My God, who have I become?
I stand in front of the mirror and stare at these limbs that feel so detached to the heart beating inside.
This is not me. I am not the kind of woman to willingly give parts of her heart and body away for free anymore. I am not the kind of woman who forgets what it’s…
so so beautiful, exactly how i feel,...much more poetic than i
incredibly honest. words
Such honesty. “And