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All my days are numbered Before I was Born you knew me you Called me your own Delighting in me Everlasting is your love Forever lasts your mercy Good are all your thoughts for me Higher than mine and deeper I can’t get away from you Jesus Christ, Yeshua Hamashiach your Kindness is Killing me your Luminous Love is Leading ...

My heart is an open book. But I haven’t paid attention. Now I’ll actually read it. The words are blurry and jumbled up. I need glasses. Glasses of love. Glasses of compassion. I need really strong glasses. The letters are so small. All piled up in one corner, trying to behave. We have loose tooth T, skinned-knee D, and stubbed-toe ...

Once upon a time there was a girl born in the land of the Midnight Sun, on the longest day of the year. The sun would barely dip beyond the Horizon on the day she was born. She grew up in a loving yet fearful environment (which she later pondered – could that really have been love, since there’s no ...

I was born on a Wednesday morning in the summer of 1972 in a small town in Sweden. As the youngest of three siblings and the only girl I was slightly spoiled and also slightly lonely. I had a vivid imagination and loved playing pretend for hours and hours where I made up characters and stories, even imaginary friends and ...

I’ve only watched a couple of episodes of Marie Kondo’s decluttering show Tidying Up but her well-known phrase really stuck with me: Does it Spark joy? What a great way to live life. I’m a little bit of a hoarder myself. Or rather: I love beautiful things and I like to shop, especially for bargains. And it does spark joy ...