Hatred is just a mutated form of love, which has been designed by those who desire only for themselves, to spread rapidly, in order to create wealth, recognition, safety, and reputations for themselves.
Sometimes it helps to trace those unique impressions that were etched into our hearts.
But at the same time, we are full of possibility, and the Spirit pulses through us.
He wiped his brow with a handkerchief, folded his hands and placed them on top of his hoe, “You and your dad play golf. I work in the garden. You and your dad fish. I take care of cattle.”