A Place To Reflect and Gather Your Thoughts.
My body was my enemy, full of pain and scars
The church building stood in stark contrast to the homes the villagers lived in
They have planned a life for us from the cradle to the grave
Grief has highlighted a strong supportive platform under my feet
Today, the children of this city will go through their day in peace
He is the bridegroom who is going to return, suddenly and unexpectedly
If we can learn to talk, rather than fight, maybe there is hope for us all
George Eliot was a pen name, she was born Mary Anne Evans
Love can bear any insult, any injury, disppoinment or rejection
Times of asking God if he knows what he's doing, 'cause I sure don't know what I'm doing
Study, learn and get active to honour our creator
Holidays? I don't know if they're worth the effort
The best portion of a good man's life, his little unremembered acts of kindness
Loss injures us in mind, body and spirit
My self conceit was distorting my vision
I want you to go out into the streets of your home town and beg for sixpence
His subjects were expected to lie on the ground as he passed by in his Rolls Royce
There is re-writing of history for good reason
It's a serious thing to live in a society of possible Gods and Goddesses
Sometimes the small stuff in life takes our attention away from God
I was learning that what you sow, you reap
The smell become so overpowering that their friends & relatives ceased calling with them
'Only one life 'twill soon be past. Only what's done for Christ will last'
Believing that he had God-given power to rule, he refused political and social reforms
