I want to know how it feels to love you. Before the sun gets cold. I want to know all the secrets that you hold. I want to hear your voice. I want to hear your songs. Can you take me in? Can you take me all? Before this returns to dust. Can you put me up this once? Before the blue sky falls. Before the judgments trumpet calls. Before the death cards laid. Before the lanterns light begins to fade. Before the gate gets closed.

Can you even freaking believe it? 3,650 trips around the sun. And the last person I want to see before my days end. Going on adventures or doing nothing at all. Every day I feel lucky to be your wife.

My take on the selfie thing. There are the detractors,who say they reek of low self-esteem and encourage plastic surgery. I agree with James Franco when he said.

Foi chegando de mansinho, despretensiosamente, como quem não quer nada. Então, arrebatou meu coração, encantou-me de diversas formas diferentes e quando percebi já estava apaixonada. Querendo ter mais e mais, ficar pertinho, deixar todo mundo saber. De repente, estava com um sorriso contagiante no rosto, olhos brilhando e inundada de emoção. As atuações são ótimas, os.

Last week I preached from Colossians 4, focusing on the prayer life of Epaphras that Paul describes in verses 12 and 13. It always challenges me to remember that Paul is in prison. When he writes this letter. And rather than asking for prayer that the doors of the prison be opened.