I can wholeheartedly say, almost 5 years later, that He did lead me straight to His heart. The girl that penned this poem is a very distant memory to me. Who I am now has replaced her and who I am now is grateful for the journey of that girl, for the journey led here, to His feet, to His cross.
Read MoreThis sweet poem was written in 1989 by Lucille Hurst Johnson, my Great-Great Aunt. I thought it was sweet enough to share as today's throwback!
Read MoreI wrote this for a high school friend, then realized I needed to hear it more than she did...
Read MoreSummer is a beautiful thing.
Maybe, to me, the most beautiful thing in the world.
I know they say things about how summer wouldn't be as appreciated if we didn't go through winter, & maybe they are right, but winter can kiss my you-know-what.