But that's just it; I can either focus on what I have lost, or what I have gained, and I choose the latter.
Hope, Joy, Loss
Whether or not I protect the weeds isn't a matter of just recognizing the weed for what it is, but possessing the conviction to grab hold of the roots and yank like my life depends on it.
Women, Sin, Christianity
What a funny girl, I thought, and then I realized something. To the three-year-old ye, and maybe even to the thirty year old eye, weeds and grass look very similar. Same color, same feeling, same texture.
Women, Children, Christian