Because sponges never have a bad day.
If ever I was running, it was towards you.
GOD IS MY PROVIDER I BRAG DIFFERENT, THROUGH HIM ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult...
God is not a cosmic bellboy for whom we can press a button to get things.
The warrior's nobility is like a prostitute's smile, the truth of which is self-interest.
Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.
Building art is a synthesis of life in materialised form. We should try to bring in under the same hat not a splintered way of thinking, but all in harmony together.
The hurt that troubled children create is never greater than the hurt they feel.
Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.