I am sitting outside on my little swinging swing, and the windy windy is wind-ing. It's chilly, and the windy wind doesn't seem to have any particular place it wants to be. It just whips around me, beating at the tress.

Sometimes, i close my eyes and imagine that it is God whispering to me

Mariah, i am with you.

Today i have to write my testimony for this leadership thing. I dont know where to begin. I don't know where to begin my testimony. to write my testimony would be to write my whole life story. To write my whole life story is putting pen to paper something words cannot contain.

How can i describe God and his love and mercy? because in the end, that is what my testimony is.
A story about someone so horrid and disgusting and wretched with sins that reach the heavens that can be loved by a lovely, gentle, powerful, awesome, just, caring, compassionate, graceful and infinitely merciful God.

It brings me to tears really.