She was Elusive

"She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew."

16th Jun 2012 | 5 notes

I want a love that makes God get up and dance around His throne every time He sets His eyes on us.

—Brent Rice

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