True conversionis not the swapping of words,the trading of dogmaor the switching of casingsthat harden the heart. It is when the shells shatterfrom a swelled heart blossomingthat we are truly born again. From and for God Order your copy today
I have become a caricature of myself. I splash paint at the mirror before me, trying to match its beauty. I am a dove gathering fallen feathers on the moss, trying to fashion wings. I am a fish wearing swim trunks.