A Woman's Circle
When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.
Articles tagged with: love
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
Finding Hope, When All Else Fails
By Catherine Pastille
They were trying to save her life.
That’s why the attending medical staff had ushered me away from my mother’s bedside, leaving me to stand alone in the middle of the hospital corridor.
I felt as if an invisible umbilical cord was being shredded. It was quite strange. Although I was an adult, I became aware that there was something quite powerful that connected us, and I sensed it being pulled away from the center of my body – I could feel it, in physical way.
The doctors asked what I wished them to do – resuscitate? Use a ventilator? Let her go? I was at the center of what felt like an approaching storm – one I knew I could not avoid.
It was then that I saw her coming toward me with open arms; and when I did, I knew in an instant that this was no ordinary moment…
A Tribute to Huda Sosebee
Susan notes: Steve Sosebee wrote this tribute to his wife Huda on September 1, 2008, to kick off an effort to raise funds for the Palestinian Children’s Relief Fund. Steve told me in early 2009 that Huda had been diagnosed with leukemia; she died in July 15, 2009. Steve was, and still is, devasted by the loss of his beloved Huda. Theirs was a love and passion that few have the privilege of experiencing...
Posted By Steve Sosebee
It is hard to put into words the depth of my love, respect, admiration, attraction, and general friendship that I have for you.
You are more than just a wife, you are the foundation of my strength and the source that has brought joy and happiness into my life.
Tough Decision
In the inky darkness after midnight, it’s hard to decide which sounds sweeter: the tap dance of raindrops on maple leaves, or the whispering wind that rustles through them.
Pitter patter or shhhhhhhh?
And then the realisation: what is one without the other?
Who would choose a heart without a soul? Together they are the music of this wet and wonderful night.