Someone found me and told me her story with Ellisha, one my sons...
I´m not gregarious, but I liked her approaching and she started to send text messages:
The more I read, the more I knew my son is missing someone really special (not christianized yet).
Love is not an odd thing. It doesn´t come when asked, it is a gift, and we have to be open when it pops up, as a window here.
Love is not to be begged, but a marvelous thing to be loved, nurtured and freely share. Here are some things a young lady said, few hours ago.
Have you live up anything like this?
I´m not gregarious, but I liked her approaching and she started to send text messages:
The more I read, the more I knew my son is missing someone really special (not christianized yet).
Love is not an odd thing. It doesn´t come when asked, it is a gift, and we have to be open when it pops up, as a window here.
Love is not to be begged, but a marvelous thing to be loved, nurtured and freely share. Here are some things a young lady said, few hours ago.
Have you live up anything like this?