What if I told you I was sorry for all the things I never said to you,
for the confessions I buried so selfishly in the depths of my ribcage?
Would you forgive me for the stories I kept to myself?
Would you ask me to unearth them,
to finally voice the words I only ever repeated to myself in the dark?
Would you tell me it was too late to dig up things that had died a long time ago,
that had lost their meaning a little more with every day you didn’t get to hear them?
Would you even stay and listen?
Please Listen ❤️❤️
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1 Corinthians 8 11-13 For through your knowledge he who is weak is ruined, the brother for whose sake Christ died. And so, by sinning against the brethren and wounding their conscience when it is weak, you sin against Christ. Therefore, if food causes my brother to stumble, I will never eat meat again, so… […]
Gratitude. Some people underestimate its power. Every day is a blessing. Every moment is a blessing when we are willing to see it that way. There is always something to be grateful for, even when life throws challenges at us. But when life gets tough, it can be difficult to make time to feel grateful. […]