Menstrual rags are what I have to offer! Nasty! We wrap it up and do not even want to see it in the trash!
My unsalty crystals are not even good enough to add to manure! It ruins poop so it can not even be used for fertilizer!
He creates the sunsets like it is child’s play. The wings of the eagle are his artwork. He knew the thoughts of Johnny Cash before he was even born! Gold’s only use is concrete! The talent of Monet and the voice of Botticelli, his creation.
And HE PURSUED ME! It is insanity! I ran away. I wanted nothing to do with the free gifts he offers to me!
JESUS! For eternity I will praise you! A worm like me you transformed into a princess! Mercies of Jesus!
My inheritance is that of the King of Kings! My body will soar past the Olympian and a gold medal will mean nothing for the ease! My voice will be of beauty that can join with the angels!
“Go into all the world and preach the gospel!”
Go to school. Rush to your neighbors. The world is scared. Children are hungry. Your cashier at Publix. Your partner in business. Go to the gym and preach the gospel!
Beautiful Life with Cancer 