my little brother to whom i look up to. keep up the good work. happy birthday my brother. i love you.
“do you smell that? it smells like something is burning.” “i do smell that. is it the shredder? or the light? it smells like a burning motor or something.” well. it turns out it was worse. that burning smell was some smoldering wires behind the...
2010. where are you?
in the loneliest times i’m reminded that joy is found in the destination and not in the journey.
our gramps passed away. it was bittersweet. i’m reminded that our joy is found in our destination and not in the journey. the journey is filled with happiness, but our true joy and peace can only come from Christ.
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