2 Ergebnisse.

I didn't fancy the label "baby momma, " so I stole the title "wife." And somehow became a single marred mistress-all at the hands of the men I chose for me. I wanted to be like the other ladies in the sanctuary who flaunted matrimony. I wanted to be a noble woman walking in God's glory. I wanted to be everything except what I was. But who said what I was-wasn't good enough for me? Had I not despised my loneliness, I would not have compromised ...

As wine-making is a process--so Am I. Just as grapes of wine endure pressing and trampling and agitation, so have I. The force of my dilemmas crushed and squeezed, breaking the skin to liberate the contents of me, Matters of seeds, that very well needed to be extracted to produce a finer, clearer me. When life takes hold of your fruit, to harvest carefully and ferment slowly It is only right you pour out righteously, the process that purified ...