Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven
where moth and rust cannot destroy and thieves cannot break in and steal

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


Truth to me was dead. God had never lived, life was full of pain, and death was the end of life. Then the God who pursues those who deny Him interrupted my existence. He captured my soul with raw love. God's tangible friendship still amazed me.”
Alicia Britt Chole


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