where my heart and His Story collide
First Love I knew him, or more like knew of him for two years because we went to school together, before we actually started hanging out and I'd begun to crush hard. He had a plain name and an everyday, boy next door face. He looked younger than he was and shorter than most. He… Continue reading First Loves
May I share something? It's kind of about me, but it could also be about you, though only in the best ways. I hope you read with an open heart. Years ago a baby girl entered the world, surrounded by love and abounding in energy, plus a decent amount of charm (so it's been said).… Continue reading Made for More
Redeemed Ruth 