| Author: | S. A. Cumbus | ISBN: | 9781490713762 |
| Publisher: | Trafford Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Trafford Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | S. A. Cumbus |
| ISBN: | 9781490713762 |
| Publisher: | Trafford Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Trafford Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Memoirs Oof That (K)night is my personal experience of being rescued from the influence of disappointed cynics and becoming a bitter cynic myself. Its an experience that taught me truth and trust in an unconventional way and showed me how to recognize the good things that God always bring into our lives if we take time to really look and evaluate something more than our pain. The experience for me showed that vulnerability is a great act of love, and without it, we can never really experience love. I realized that the most beautiful flower is the rose, but it is laced with thorns, and we learn to handle that delicate flower with care, w. We don't eliminate the thorns; to do so would take away so much of its beauty and endurance. I had a (K)night that came into my life and took a chance on loving the rose thorn, realizing that it would only be what our hands made it. I blossomed in those hands.
Memoirs Oof That (K)night is my personal experience of being rescued from the influence of disappointed cynics and becoming a bitter cynic myself. Its an experience that taught me truth and trust in an unconventional way and showed me how to recognize the good things that God always bring into our lives if we take time to really look and evaluate something more than our pain. The experience for me showed that vulnerability is a great act of love, and without it, we can never really experience love. I realized that the most beautiful flower is the rose, but it is laced with thorns, and we learn to handle that delicate flower with care, w. We don't eliminate the thorns; to do so would take away so much of its beauty and endurance. I had a (K)night that came into my life and took a chance on loving the rose thorn, realizing that it would only be what our hands made it. I blossomed in those hands.
