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#100days Heaven where the angels dwell I believe in it, but not in hell. Unless it's this world we're living in Controlled by greed and lust and sin.
The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of life, The sky is ablaze with light so pure, The moment is soaked in the hue of a molten diamond.
Is heaven a place. Or is it a goal. Does Peter guard the gates. What is his toll.
"All of history and the daily newspaper testify that the human race lies in ruin—spiritually, morally and physically.
Men tell you to believe in yourself and that God loves you for who you are. Now it sounds right at first but is in fact very wrong. He loves you Because of who He is in spite of who you are.
The lord teaches to be kind and faithful. To love those close to and far from us, whether they care or hate. He teaches to accept all in Imagos Dei, for we are all one, we are all equal.
My dearest father, Forgive me; I have yet to see why I find so much joy in you. I just cannot understand my feelings for you; deeper than any other, deeper than even the ones for my lovers.
For those with or without faith and that may be going through a difficult period in their lives. Shalom ……………………………… Close your eyes and pour your heart into prayer.
Tonight the sky is dark, but it's illuminated with the sparks of dozens of stars.
I'd like to tell you a story. This is the story of a sizeable chunk of rose quartz, a little smaller than my palm and very beautiful. One day, when I was about six, I was at a friend's house.
Often what makes us fall into despair is focusing on the wrong things. For example, if we’ve sinned, we focus on the sin, rather than the Most Merciful.
The Messenger PBUH has told us that closer to the Last Day, time will pass by faster and faster. A year will feel like a month, a month like a week, a week like a day and a day like an hour.
"One of the most beautiful truths about the christian's life in Christ is the way it contradicts itself.
A Masjid goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to mosque every Friday.
My child is out there somewhere under the skies above waiting anxiously 4 u and me 2 bless it with our love A part of me a part of u and a part of this love we share will protect my unborn child who...
The sand is running low and soon my children I must go. My heart with love for you is filled, but soon it's healing must be stilled. I leave no treasures of any kind, only my love I leave behind.
God is real. He is the only God, there is no other god besides Him. There is only one way to God, and that one way is Jesus.