fredag 27. august 2010

.................. He loves me, He loves me not...........


He loves me, He loves me not
He loves me, He loves me not

...as she plucks petals one by one from the daisy.

At game's end, the last petal tells all; whether or not the person desired returns the affection.

This time we don't pluck the flower petals, but probe through our circumstances trying to figure out exactly how God feels about us.

- Wayne Jacobsen


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