"I am not formed in the likeness of you or me.
For I am a branch on His only tree.
I am growing beyond the thought of me.
My heart outweighs the voice of hatred .
& I dance with the faith of one thousand & love with all of His might.
For I am a branch on His only tree.
One day you will not hear my voice coming from me. But only The Shouts of His love.
It's coming so soon."
- C.S.C.
I write, I Pray, I continue on with the grace I was given.
I have love for all.
West Michigan holds my heart, for now. Its lovely here