I always wanted to be a mother. My nurturing instinct pranced at the thought of having a baby of my own; a baby to love, care for, and raise to be a beautiful being. I thought about how I would teach my child about what there is to know about life; how I would teach … Continue reading God is the Author, I’m Just the Book.
The air grew colder, the breeze kissed my cheeks. The day lowered down its head and the night slowly began to rise. I made my way into the warmth of my house. I made my way up the stairs and into my room. That night was not going to be like any ordinary night, that … Continue reading Wildfire