~~ God also collects every tear we shed as though each tear was a precious gem.Psalm says, You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.
My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. Tolkien, The Two Towers
No one is perfect, folks. Good grief, Im the most flawed person imaginable, however knowing that I am fearfully and wonderfully made helps me to fall in love with myself more everyday. It is only when we love ourselves that we can truly love others.
Home sick for Jamaica. Always Hiraeth. In Welsh: a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was, the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. It has no direct translation in English