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No ma’am… red flag- this will not work.
Toxic!!! Leave this dude asap.
This place was healing me, giving me a new life. Cleansing me, body and soul.
Yet, through one lighthouse, you guide many ships. Show this old lighthouse the way.
Gifts. I’d wanted to earn my own way, to do this myself, to form a new life on my own, but instead, this had been given to me. This life. This place. These letters.
Prayers are answered in ways we don’t choose. The river of grace bubbles up in unexpected places.
Maybe there came a point in life where you had to quit categorizing whole groups of people by a few bad experiences.
The funny thing about having people believe good things about you is that, without even realizing it, you want to make those things true.
The trouble with drowning in the mess of your own life is that you’re not in any shape to save anyone else. You can’t be a lighthouse when you’re underwater yourself.
It was nice to have a friend who was just a friend, not a guy looking to get something out of it.
“Fear builds walls instead of bridges. I want a life of bridges, not walls.”
