Do it with passion, or not at all. As many of you know, this past summer I went to Africa with a group from my church. We helped put on 2 Vacation Bible Schools, encouraged the missionary family and members of the church, and experienced a new, beautiful culture.

Life is made of the little moments. Growth is a beautiful thing. Growth means new, and new means the old has passed away. When the old passes away, there is forgiveness and there is grace. When the old passes away, burdens get lighter, night gives way to morning, and death gives way to life. It really is something worth celebrating.

To The Boy Who Broke My Heart. Looking For Love in All the Wrong Places. Poems and other Creative Writing. To The Boy Who Broke My Heart. I loved you with an all consuming and passionate kind of love. The kind that holds on and never lets go. The kind that has hope and plans for forever. The kind of love that we are told only comes once in a lifetime, and that is my biggest fear.

My ice is albino white. And thats because I know the sun will raise a-gain. Cause my seconds, minutes, hours.

Your force cannot be tamed. Saturday mornings with friends, basketball, and the making of broadcast television. A picture is worth a thousand words.