Love's language is imprecise,fits more like mittens than gloves.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
Whatever we have in the glory of man is "away". Those are just not enough before we go "home" to the glory of God.
Is that you giggling away to glory?Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story?
My ultimate goal is to end up being happy. Most of the time.
Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame.
I'm looking to evolve the concept of the new renaissance artist, taking the world by storm through the art of public display and demonstration, with technical savvy, using cell phones and computers.
A lot of people in our industry haven't had very diverse experiences. So they don't have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions without a broad perspective on the problem....
Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.