Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that Iβm not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry thatβs been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess thatβs what growing up isβ¦ itβs a fading photograph.
One thing I've learnt through writing is this: with everything in life, you have to look down deep into your heart! That fact is true with all things! If you have Jesus inside, He will give you all you need to say, and all the actions you need to do! It's not mere imagination the things I write; they are composed from the words lit up inside of me, from my Creator, who made all things bright!
The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.
She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winterβs day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.