Relationships are like a cute little apartment suit in Montreal.
A union by design To worship and resign To Him who assigned You to this faithful grind
This is the 8th entry of a 10 parts fantasy series. Emerald: “My love, isn’t this a sentence into loneliness?” Rehema: “What else can we give her, my dear? Akaant has spoken and the signs are clear” Emerald: “As parents, why curse when we should bless?” Rehema: “The gods have spoken! ...Rest.”
And ancient tale of a co-dependant, destructive love.
Some think Jesus sends us backwards in redemption history to the Ten Words, back to Moses for growth in holiness. Erroneous! Who was it that told you this?
The moon shone in a soft glow of silver light as he made his way to the seashore. His little foot caught on a root making him stumble but he knew better than to cry out. The blood trickling down his knee made no impression on his childish face. He had a mission.
The quintessence of love manifested in the saving of sinners.