thoughts

(I wrote small text for your inspiration, God bless you all :) ) Yesterday I was laying on the swing and watching the sky. There were only a few clouds except for everywhere else was never ending blue. That view made me think about my childhood and one particular situation when, as a 12 years...

The mind is a canvas. And it takes discernment (and patient practice) to know who is painting on it… us, or the culture or the enemy or God. Not all thoughts we have are from us (and many of our own thoughts are…uh..not that helpful). We cannot afford to be passive as we meander through our...